Chapter 296 The Honey Trap

"I'm in charge of this project now. If I don't come, who else can?" Essie rolled her eyes at him and said angrily, "don't look down upon me! You are such an idiot to do clothes design for me!".

Zac handed her a architectural design drawing. "Well, then please make a specific presentation."

Essie was dumbfounded. She was just a rookie and didn't know how to do the professional issues like design, construction and cost.

Zac sneered, "don't tell me. You can't even understand the design drawing."

'I really can't understand it.' Essie thought in her heart. "I'm now the executive of the company and in charge of whatever comes into view. The project team of Hengyuan has arrived in C Island two days ago. They will report the specific development to you."

"You know nothing! Aren't you afraid that they may fool you?" Zac gazed at her with sharp eyes.

"Malcolm will check on it." She lowered her voice, lack of confidence. She had been under great pressure since she took over the company. Now she was even less confident after being questioned and mocked by Zac.

Zac saw her expression. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the back of the chair. With a profound smile on his face, he said, "I have an idea about how to make things done in a short time. But I won't teach people so easily."

"I don't know if it'll work or not yet." In a low voice, Essie continued to murmur in disdain. Though it was a mutter, it was loud enough for Zac who sat next to her to hear it clearly.

"There is nothing useless for me." He raised his eyebrows arrogantly.

"Then what should I do to make you agree to teach me?" She unconsciously grasped her collar, fearing that he would make a rude request.

His eyes sparkled with hostility. After a short silence, he picked up the black tea on the table, took a sip of it and said slowly, "Rabi likes the minced pork porridge that you cook. You can make it for him when we go back home."

"Is that all?" She asked in disbelief.

He sneered at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his big hand, and broke free from her grip on his collar. "You're really imaginative. I'm not interested in you any more."

That would be the best.

She was supposed to be very happy, but somehow she felt a little depressed. Damn it! Was she crazy, or masochistic? She was merely a supporting dish while Leila was the main dish. It was the same before and now. She couldn't be upset. She worked hard to relieve herself. She needed to be happy. She needed to laugh.

So she moved her stiff lips and said, "that's a deal. If Rabi wants to eat, I can cook for him at any time. We'll arrive at Sea City s in two and a half hours. You can tell me now. " There was a project meeting to be held after getting off the plane. She didn't want to sit there, listen to others but couldn't understand a word.

Zac opened the PPT document in his computer. It covered the words and the instructions in it. Essie was slightly taken aback. "Is this the internal training

ne, indicating that she had no right to interfere with his affairs. She also had a clear estimation of herself. Curling her lips, she said, "I dare not."

"You have no right." He snorted and didn't hide what he had said to hurt her feelings.

Essie didn't want to argue with him. She turned on her computer and took the pen and notebook from the desk. "Let's go to class."

"I'm not interested in it anymore. I'll teach you next time." He leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs. His face was rather gloomy. Touching her forehead, Essie stood up, untied the belt of the nightgown and took it off.

Zac was shocked by her move. He glanced at her. "Are you going to play a honey trap on me?"

He thought too much.

"Didn't you get angry because I put on a nightgown? I'm taking them off. Could you please calm down and teach me? "

Zac was even more embarrassed.

"Put it back." He ordered, trying to resist some kind of impulse.

"Why?" She looked puzzled. He was unhappy when she dressed on a nightgown, but he was still unhappy when she removed it. It was so unpredictable. She seemed to have never seen through him since she met him.

"This Pajama spoiled my eyes too much." His brain was burning, so he had to make up an excuse.

"No, it looks good." She pouted. The pajama was designed by herself. It seemed that the biggest change he had made in the past three years was that he was becoming more and more venomous, not only attacking her, but also upsetting her design.

Seeing that Essie didn't move, Zac stood up and put on her nightgown. Then he went to the refrigerator and took out a bottle of iced water, taking a few gulps to relieve the heat.

"Is it really that bad?" Feeling quite frustrated, and even more remorseful, Essie was quite proud of the unique design of this Pajama, and she even was ready to hand out her pajamas for Summer 100 Degree. However, at this moment, it seemed that her pajamas had been pushed into a hole of ice, which made her feel very heartbroken.