Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 920: Acting Out the Script for Real! [1]

Sam Brown looked anxious: "I’ll deliver it to President Sutton immediately! This is the proposal and contract between C.Y and President Sutton! President Sutherland left too quickly and forgot to take it, I’ll send it up immediately."

Daisy Grant took the document and opened the car door, "Let me go, I’ve dealt with this project too. I’ll deliver the document to President Sutherland."

Sam Brown nodded, "Then I’ll trouble you, Assistant Grant."

Daisy Grant smiled lightly and replied that it was no trouble. She took the document, closed the car door, and walked into Royal One.

Daisy Grant asked at the front desk for Dawn Sutherland’s room number, carrying the document toward the room.

As Daisy Grant approached the room, a woman dressed rather revealingly came over with a small purse, asking the attendant at the door, "Is this President Sutherland’s room?"

The attendant nodded and pushed the door open: "You may go in, President Sutherland is waiting!"

The woman puffed up her chest, her face blossoming with a charming, confident smile, and walked in on high heels.

As the door opened, Daisy Grant’s gaze caught sight of Dawn Sutherland and two men seated inside, accompanied by two scantily clad women beside them. Daisy Grant’s fingers stiffened slightly.

So, the woman who just went in was there to accompany the second brother?

It’s inevitable to engage in such social interactions during gatherings, but Daisy Grant didn’t expect to walk into this today. Had she known, she would have let Sam Brown come up, avoiding the awkwardness!

Daisy Grant wanted to quietly retreat, but when her eyes fell on the document in hand, she pressed her lips together and stepped forward.

"Miss, this is a private room," the attendant stopped Daisy Grant.

Daisy Grant nodded, "I know, I’m President Sutherland’s assistant. I’m here to deliver a document to him."

The attendant courteously said, "Please come in."

Daisy Grant knocked on the room’s door; perhaps the music inside was too loud, she knocked for quite a while without a response, leaving her no choice but to push the door open and enter.

As the door opened, the gaze of those seated inside all turned toward the entrance.

Jerri Sutton’s gaze settled on the person who walked in, the exquisite features, a slim, well-proportioned figure, with a unique scholarly aura lingering around; his gaze fixed on her, not moving away.

Dawn Sutherland’s lifted eyelids registered Daisy Grant as she walked in, his eyes deep, body subconsciously stiffening slightly.

The accompanying woman, Mylah, rarely encountered such a refreshingly attractive and graceful president; her body gravitated towards Dawn Sutherland, her voice carrying a coy tone: "President Sutherland, how about we have a drink? Later, I’ll pick a duet for us to sing, would you join me?"

Mylah’s body moved closer to Dawn Sutherland, who held a high-stemmed glass, eyes deep, leaning back against the plush leather sofa, calm and composed.

Daisy Grant held her breath and moved closer, flashing a slight smile at the two men opposite Dawn Sutherland, "Hello, President Sutton."

Jerri Sutton’s gaze didn’t shift for a moment; he chuckled, "Who is this beauty? Her clean aura and scholarly vibe make one feel comfortable."

Jerri Sutton’s gaze was too intense; Daisy Grant felt a bit uneasy, smiled faintly, "President Sutton flatters me." Then she bent down, speaking softly before the seated Dawn Sutherland, "President Sutherland, here are the contract and proposal, you left them in the car."

As Daisy Grant spoke, her peripheral vision caught the woman beside Dawn Sutherland inadvertently leaning toward him, her fingers tightening slightly around the document, feeling somewhat awkward.

Dawn Sutherland lifted his eyes slightly, his peripheral vision noticing Jerri Sutton’s naked predatory gaze on Daisy Grant, and instinctively darkened his gaze. He lifted his lids and glanced at Daisy Grant.

Very beautiful, features delicate like a person from a painting.