Chapter 42

Helle rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "So, you mean you want to win me over?"

"Ms. Parkinson, you are intelligent as I expected."

After Alfonso finished speaking, he pinched his business card and slowly pushed it onto her desk. "I admire your ability and think you should not be limited to the director position. Don't you want to be the vice president of the group?"

Seeing Alfonso's leaving back, Helle stared at the business card on the desk with a hint of interest in the corner of her mouth.

The vice president of the group...

Helle perceived Alfonso's grand ambitions that he had already started coveting the position of president!

At night, when Helle came home, the rest of the family had already gone to sleep, except for Ramses reading documents in the living room.

She stretched and sat beside Ramses, asking worriedly, "How's your hand?"