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If she didn’t know better, if she weren’t aware of the massive gap between them, she might have entertained the thought of trying to get closer to him.
After all, she wasn’t just any assistant – she was the daughter of the Jackson family.
It had taken her a lot of effort to land this position.
Pushing those thoughts aside, she kept her tone professional. “Mr. Floyd, a Depp family daughter is here to see you.”
Laura?
So, she had come to her senses this quickly?
A hint of amusement flickered in Shaun’s eyes.
“Send her straight to my office.”
“…Huh?”
Shaun glanced at her lazily. His tone was indifferent. “Do I need to say it again?”
Xylia immediately waved her hands. “No, no need!”
She couldn’t really be blamed for her shock.
Everyone at the company knew Shaun rarely met clients in his personal office.
While most CEOs had walls lined with books, Shaun’s office was decorated with model cars.
He had a golf set by the floor-to-ceiling windows, along with boxing equipment and other sports gear.
His office even had a private room for him to rest.
That was why there was a separate, more formal meeting room nearby – used for regular client meetings.
Margaret?
Could she know Shaun?
Margaret had given her several limited-edition Hermès bags as a favor.
Xylia quickly buried her thoughts and called the front desk.
A few minutes later, Margaret arrived – wearing a Chanel haute couture dress and towering stilettos – as she took the elevator up to the 99th floor.
Xylia led her to the CEO’s office.
“Xylia, I owe you for this. Don’t worry – if I get the investment, I’ll make sure to thank you properly.”
Xylia cleared her throat awkwardly and gestured toward the door. “Hurry up and go in. Mr. Floyd is expecting you. Make the most of it.”
Margaret knocked.
A lazy, sultry voice came from inside.
“Come in.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
She had only seen Shaun’s silhouette from a distance before.
But his image had haunted her dreams ever since.
He was so handsome it made her want to scream.
Not just handsome.
Rich. Powerful. Charismatic.
A perfect match for her.
Taking a deep breath, she turned the doorknob, her heels clicking against the floor as she stepped inside.
“Mr. Floyd, nice to meet you.”
Shaun had just finished signing his name on a document when he heard a voice.
Looking up, he saw that the woman standing in front of him was not Laura Depp.
His brows furrowed. His voice dropped, laced with cold impatience.
“Who are you?”
Margaret had been brimming with excitement at the thought of meeting Shaun in person. But the moment he lifted his head, she was completely stunned.
This man – his pale skin, deep-set eyes, straight nose, sharply defined features…
His gaze was narrow and piercing, his lips thin yet sensual.
And today, he wore a simple gray dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, his sleeves casually rolled up, revealing perfectly toned arms.
As he moved, faint blue veins became visible beneath his skin, exuding an effortless sense of power.
Margaret’s mind spiraled.
If these hands held her waist… if those lips kissed her…
The thought alone sent heat rushing through her entire body.
“I… I’m Margaret. The Depp Group’s daughter,” she stammered.
Shaun shot her a glance, his eyes filled with disinterest.
“This is the Depp family’s daughter?”
What a joke.
Tacky. Ordinary. Boring.
Margaret nodded eagerly. “That’s me! The only daughter of the Depp family!”
Shaun let out a cold chuckle. “Play the role of a counterfeit long enough, and you start believing it yourself.”
Margaret’s face stiffened in embarrassment. She quickly tried to explain.
“Mr. Floyd, it’s not what you think! It’s true that I don’t share blood ties with the Depps, but I was raised by them for twenty years. My upbringing, my values – everything about me is the Depp family.”
Shaun didn’t care.
He had little patience for people he wasn’t interested in.
Had he known this was the Depp daughter requesting a meeting, he never would have let her up.
“Why are you here?” His tone was sharp, dismissive. “Say your piece and leave.”
Margaret’s heart clenched.
She thought Shaun’s disdain was because she wasn’t a real Depp. And once again, resentment surged inside her.
If Laura had never come back three years ago, no one would have called her a fake.
But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside and refocused on her real goal.
“Mr. Floyd, the Depp Group has a Global Project that needs additional investment. I was hoping to secure backing from the Floyd Group.”
Shaun leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, utterly nonchalant.
“And why would I invest?”
Margaret was prepared for this.
She might not work at the Depp Group, but she had eyes and ears everywhere.
She pulled a document from her bag and placed it on his desk.
This was the investment proposal that Laura had prepared – the one Margaret had someone steal from her office.
The details were thorough. Even Margaret had to admit the project seemed promising. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have lowered herself to using Laura’s work.
“Mr. Floyd, this is the full proposal. The Depp Group has been preparing for this project for two years. The expected return rate is thirty-five percent. I know the Floyd Group invests in high-potential ventures – this one won’t disappoint you.”
Shaun took the document, casually flipping through a few pages.
It was indeed a solid proposal – clear, well-structured, and highly profitable.
