บท 937: Personally Create A Hell For Her

Inside the meeting room, Cole casually sat on the chair meant for Gu Mengmeng. He stroked the fur laid across the back of the seat as a vague smile played upon his lips.

Oakley continued to stand at the spot as accorded to his position.

Whether it was Gu Mengmeng or Cole sitting in the stone chair, he remained standing there.

"You did very well. I am very satisfied. As a reward, the moment Ah Gu leaves, you can see your Bloom." Cole's gaze lingered upon the armrest, as if he could picture Gu Mengmeng's adorably bored face propped up there. Curling his lips, even the sight of Oakley now looked more palatable to him. "You don't need to put on such a glum face. I didn't make you do anything harmful. I am just making you put in more efforts in your role as assistant to Ah Gu. Only when you have attained the highest authority can you better protect your little snake, right?"

Oakley remained expressionless. He tried his best to look calm.