Chapter 652

Sunlight spilled, the water surface rippled, Su Quan rested one hand on the edge of the pool, shook the red wine in his cup with the other, and looked directly at the slightly restrained woman in front of him.

Felicia Hardy, this woman was the future master thief, Black Cat!

Her first impression on Su Quan wasn't stunning; her conservative dress hid her proud figure, and her overall feeling was that of a small, obedient, and qualified tool.

But after looking closely for a few times, one could find her highlights!

First, she was very pleasant to look at, belonging to the type that becomes more charming the more you look at her.

Second, hidden under this obedient face was boldness and rebellion; although she lowered her head slightly, her eyes were secretly examining his figure and identity.

This showed that she wasn't as restrained as she appeared!

"Felicia Hardy, do you know that I specifically asked Harry to let you come?"

Felicia Hardy shook her head and whispered: "Chairman Norman asked me to pick you up to Osborn Corp, but before coming, Young Master Harry did give instructions to let me satisfy all your requirements no matter what."

"All requirements—are you prepared to do so?" Su Quan said with a smile.

Felicia Hardy seemed not to hear the subtext and said very straightforwardly: "Why not? I am the Chairman's assistant, this is my job, and I also really need this job."

Su Quan nodded and said with a smile: "Walk a cat-walk for me to see."

"Walk, walk a cat-walk?" Felicia Hardy widened her eyes in astonishment.

"You won't, or you refuse?"

Felicia Hardy shook her head and explained: "No, it's not that, I can try."

Saying this, she took a deep breath, adjusted her posture, and began to walk a cat-walk around the swimming pool.

A cat-walk, also known as a runway walk, usually refers to the gait used by actors or models when performing on stage.

When stepping, the hips drive the thighs, the knees are lifted, the calves drive the feet, and the inner sides of the two legs are close together.

The step is a straight line, and when the foot lands, the toes are slightly turned outward.

The back leg follows forward, and the center of gravity of the body also follows in time.

The ankles must be strong, the two feet alternate, the movements are coherent, and there is a sense of rhythm.

The body swings up and down in coordination, the waist is the link connecting the upper and lower limbs, and the coordination of its dynamics is the key to the movement.

Stiff but not rigid, soft but not slack.

It not only shows one's own charm but also makes the viewer pleasing to the eye.

Felicia Hardy didn't know why the other party would make such a baffling request, but she did it as perfectly as possible.

Anything, either don't do it, or do it as perfectly as possible; this was her principle of doing things, and it was also the reason why she could be Norman Osborn's assistant for so many years.

Felicia Hardy circled around and stopped in front of him; Su Quan hooked his fingers with a smile, signaling her to come closer.

Felicia Hardy squatted down, leaned forward, and then saw the other party reach out and touch her neck.

"Hmm?"

Felicia Hardy looked puzzled, not knowing what he meant?

If he wanted to take advantage of her, did he choose the wrong place?

"Now it tastes right."

"Since ancient times, precious swords match heroes, and jewelry matches beauties; for a beautiful little kitten like you, it's not appropriate to have a bare neck."

Felicia Hardy subconsciously touched her neck, then her eyes shook, and she hurriedly looked down.

On her neck, she didn't know when a dazzling sapphire necklace had been worn; the sapphire on this necklace was as big as a thumb, and based on her experience, she knew at a glance that it was priceless!

Felicia Hardy was shocked; when she realized it was given to her when he touched her neck, this hand speed was too fast, and she hadn't noticed it at all.

After the surprise, she prepared to take off the necklace.

"What are you doing?"

"Take it off and return it to you."

"No need, just a small gift, it's yours," Su Quan waved his hand indifferently.

Felicia Hardy quickly said: "No, this... this is too valuable, I can't accept it!"

"The necklace is dead, people are alive." Su Quan teased with a smile: "Men give women gifts for only two purposes: one is pure gratitude, and the other is wanting to move the woman and get the woman's gratitude."

"Which one do you think I am?"

Felicia Hardy secretly said: "What else could it be? I haven't done anything worth your gratitude, and you gave a priceless jewelry necklace right away; your intentions are obvious."

However, she was truly moved!

As Norman Osborn's assistant, Felicia Hardy had seen the lives of the rich and the luxury of high society, and she was already used to it.

She was definitely not a country bumpkin who hadn't seen money or the world.

But—she had definitely never received such a valuable gift; this sapphire necklace must be worth at least tens of millions, right?

Not to mention the first meeting, for those rich tycoons, even if they spent a few years together, even if it was the last meeting, they couldn't give a gift worth tens of millions!

Honestly, whether it was the beauty of the sapphire necklace itself or its material value, it made Felicia Hardy's heart move, and she felt she couldn't hold on.

She clutched the necklace and didn't take it off for a long time.

Su Quan came out of the pool and glanced at Felicia Hardy; Felicia Hardy looked away somewhat awkwardly and picked up a towel.

Suburbs, Osborn Manor.

Felicia Hardy's face was flushed, and she led Su Quan to Norman Osborn's room with weak steps.

The room was very dim; not only were the lights off, but the windows were also blocked by layers of curtains, completely opaque.

The large bed in the middle of the room was covered by a highly sealed transparent protective cloth, and on the bed lay a middle-aged man who was dying and critically ill.

It was the founder of Osborn Corp, a top tycoon with a net worth of at least two hundred billion US dollars—Norman Osborn!

Besides him, there were two other people in the room, the people he was closest to and trusted the most.

His son Harry Osborn and assistant Adder.

"Can you cure Mr. Osborn?" Adder sized up Su Quan, his suspicion and impoliteness obvious.

Harry Osborn frowned and shouted coldly: "You'd better be polite! And, are you doubting Mr. Su Quan, or are you doubting me?"

Adder shook his head and explained: "I am not doubting you, Young Master Harry, but this is my job, and I must examine it clearly; Mr. Osborn can no longer bear more risks."

Harry Osborn's face was a bit ugly; you didn't doubt me, so that means you doubted Mr. Su Quan? How is that different from doubting me?

And what do you mean by the risks you mentioned?

Don't forget, you are just an assistant, I am the young master of the Osborn family, and the only successor!