"Because people are curious about President Johnson." "What’s there to be curious about? I don’t have extra eyes or heads." Sienna Johnson laughed self-deprecatingly, completely uninterested in media exposure. Kenneth Brown chuckled. "President Johnson, you truly have a sense of humor." "Reject it for me. I hate facing the camera!" Kenneth Brown tried to persuade her, "Appropriate media exposure is necessary for a company’s development, especially for Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory, which has just experienced the Poison Capsule Incident. The public needs to re-accept Eastminster. I suggest you accept the TV station’s interview, President Johnson." Sienna Johnson didn’t immediately agree. She frowned, deep in thought, as Kenneth Brown continued, "President Johnson, aren’t you looking to recruit a live-in son-in-law? Why not take this opportunity to spread the word? With your looks, countless men will be captivated by you..." Sienna Johnson seethed with anger. "Stop the car!" Upon hearing Sienna Johnson’s command, Mr. Leonard slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road. Sienna Johnson fixed her cold gaze on Kenneth Brown and said icily, "Get out of the car!" The smile vanished from Kenneth Brown’s face. He apologized, "I’m sorry, President Johnson. I must have offended you. My apologies!" Kenneth Brown looked embarrassed but obediently exited the car. The rain outside was heavy. As soon as Kenneth Brown stepped out, he was quickly soaked, looking quite disheveled. Mr. Leonard glanced at Kenneth Brown standing in the rain but didn’t dare say a word in his defense. He started the car and drove away. The atmosphere in the car was tense. Sienna Johnson looked furious, and Mr. Leonard didn’t dare utter a word. Her phone buzzed with an incoming text message. It was from Kenneth Brown: "I’m sorry; I didn’t realize you don’t like jokes!" Sienna Johnson ignored it. His next text arrived: "However, I still recommend you do the TV interview." Then another: "You’re the CEO of the corporation, and Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory is your subsidiary. Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory needs you to step forward and help establish a new, positive, and healthy image." And another: "People are drawn to beauty, and President Johnson, you are a beautiful woman. No one could dislike you." Another followed: "When I said you were beautiful, President Johnson, it was a compliment. I meant no disrespect. If you think I was being inappropriate earlier, I apologize." And finally: "But, President Johnson, you really are beautiful." Sienna Johnson almost threw her phone, her teeth gritting audibly. She had been too indulgent with Kenneth Brown, which was why he dared to be so audacious. His texts continued: "President Johnson, my bag and umbrella are still in the car. Can you return them to me? My house is in the suburbs, and it would take me an estimated two hours to walk home. I’m starting to sneeze—the first sign of a cold. Soon, I expect it’ll turn into a severe cold, and if it gets worse, it could even become pneumonia... President Johnson, I might need to take sick leave tomorrow." Then: "I have a dinner meeting tomorrow night with a few people from the Environmental Protection Bureau. President Johnson, could you attend in my place?" And: "Oh, right. The dinner tomorrow night is very important. It concerns Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory’s business license. You must secure this, President Johnson, or Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory will have to halt production." Sienna Johnson couldn’t stand it anymore. She snapped at Mr. Leonard, "Adrian, turn back!" Mr. Leonard found himself deeply missing the days when he drove for Dexter Johnson. This woman was truly unpredictable and capricious. The car returned to its previous spot. Kenneth Brown was still standing there, though he was already soaked to the bone. Seeing the car return, he put away his phone, walked over, and bent down to knock on the window. Sienna Johnson opened the car door, and a gust of wind and rain swept in. Kenneth Brown quickly got into the car. "ACHOO... ACHOO..." Sienna Johnson frowned at him. Kenneth Brown just smiled, revealing his white teeth. "I knew President Johnson wasn’t heartless." Sienna Johnson’s lip twitched. "Cancel the TV interview for me. I don’t want to go." "President Johnson, do you remember what you said to me before?" "President Johnson, you said that if I worked hard and encountered any difficulties, I could come to you. Now, I need you, President Johnson, to do this TV interview and help promote Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory." Kenneth Brown shook his drenched hand, took a document from his bag, and handed it to Sienna Johnson. "This is the new anti-cancer drug recently developed by Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory. Take this back, study it, memorize the key points, and on the day of the TV interview, you’ll need to promote this new drug..." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs ɴovelfire.net Sienna Johnson stared at him with cold eyes and mocked, "Why do I feel like you’re the boss, and I’m your employee?" "Have you ever seen a boss work himself to the bone, only for all the profits to go to an employee?" "Are you implying that I pay you too little?" "No one ever complains about having too much money. Besides, I’ll need to support a wife in the future..." "How big of a raise are you asking for?" "An annual salary of at least 75 thousand." "You certainly have a huge appetite. Eric Johnson has been working for more than a decade, and his annual salary is only thirty to forty-five thousand. You’ve only been on the job for a couple of days, and you’re already asking for 75 thousand." Sienna Johnson scoffed. She was now beginning to regret making this young man the manager; she felt an increasing sense that she was losing control of the situation. "Someone like Eric Johnson isn’t worth a penny. I’m different! President Johnson, you don’t know me well enough yet. Once you do, you’ll realize I’m worth far more. Even if you paid me 75 thousand a year, you’d still feel you got a bargain..." Sienna Johnson was amused by his blatant self-promotion and couldn’t help but laugh. "You certainly have thick skin, don’t you?" "President Johnson finally laughed..." Kenneth Brown laughed too. "If you didn’t laugh soon, I was about to cry." Sienna Johnson’s smile faded as she focused on the document. Seeing that she seemed to be accepting his suggestion, Kenneth Brown felt a wave of relief. He hadn’t misjudged her. This beautiful woman wasn’t just a pretty face. At least she could listen to others’ opinions and lacked the arrogance and foolishness common among young ladies from wealthy families. "Is there really such an effective anti-cancer drug?" "Of course," Kenneth Brown said, his interest piqued. "...But there’s no definitive cure. In a way, cancer cells are the ’healthiest’ because they’re the most active. That’s why many anti-cancer drugs struggle against them; in attempting to kill these hyperactive cancer cells, healthy cells are often destroyed first..." The car slowly drove into the Johnson family estate, their conversation still unfinished. Both having studied medicine, they found they had much in common to discuss. "You also graduated from Sileria Medical University?" Sienna Johnson asked. She herself was an alumna of Sileria Medical University. Even though Sileria Medical University was a provincial institution, its educators ranked among the best worldwide. The admission scores were quite high. Even a top student like Sienna Johnson, who consistently ranked first in her year, had to put in great effort to gain admission there.