Page 439 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

Jian Ran didn’t know why Mrs. Gail would say such a thing, but the phrase that flashed through her mind was... "When husband and wife unite, their strength can cut through metal."

"Mrs. Gail, you flatter me, it’s all thanks to President Gu’s guidance."

Jian Ran remained composed in the face of praise or criticism, which couldn’t help but draw admiration from Mrs. Gail.

Why couldn’t she encounter such an excellent employee herself?

Mrs. Gail narrowed her eyes and spoke, "I wonder if it would be an honor to invite Miss Jian for a dance, and while at it... I’d like to discuss your design work with you... I’m very interested in your work."

The matter was clear up to this point.

Especially since the other party was the president.

With a trace of a smile on her lips, Jian Ran responded, "Okay."

...

Mrs. Gail personally inviting a Chinese woman to dance had naturally attracted the attention and focus of many.

Just as Jian Ran was about to place her hand in the man’s palm, suddenly, cheers erupted from the crowd.

"A VIP guest has arrived..."

"Who is it... Such a commanding presence?"

"Who else could it be, someone from the consortium."

"So handsome... What a great figure."

Upon hearing the crowd’s exclamations, Jian Ran looked towards the entrance of the hall and saw a tall figure, causing her beautiful eyes to tremble slightly.

This figure was inexplicably familiar to her.

More importantly... the handsome face of the man was masked by a butterfly mask.

Jian Ran watched as the man took measured steps towards her, feeling her heart being lifted high in an inexplicable manner.

"Miss, I wonder if I may have the honor of inviting you to dance with me?"

The man’s magnetic, deep voice rang out in front of her, and Jian Ran could hear screams rising and falling around them.

That familiar voice... Jian Ran’s eyes flickered, and before she could even speak, the man had already taken the liberty to grasp her hand and led her onto the dance floor.

Jian Ran: "..."

This won’t do, she was supposed to dance with Mrs. Gail, and perhaps they could discuss a few design cases, securing a definite win over Lan Xing for herself.

Seeing this... both Mrs. Gail and Cameron were stunned into stillness.

Unable to help himself, Cameron asked, "President... Who is that man?"

A person’s true appearance is not always revealed; he insists on wearing a mask to cover his breathtaking visage...

Who exactly is he, with such a powerful aura that it sends shivers down one’s spine?

Mrs. Gail narrowed her eyes and soon understood.

"Who else... the helmsman of the Carlo Consortium..."

The identity of Gu Mochen had always been a secret.

Gu Mochen preferred not to be overly showy...

Thus, most people were clueless about the Chinese helmsman of Carlo.

On hearing this, Cameron’s entire body stiffened.

Unaware of the true face of Lushan...

This man was a legendary figure in Italy, always elusive.

Cameron’s mouth twitched slightly...

This Jian Ran was an employee of the Gu Family, so how could she have a relationship with the president of Carlo?

...

Jian Ran was led onto the dance floor by Gu Mochen. Wearing high-heeled shoes made it quite inconvenient, but the man seemed to understand her concerns, as he wrapped his hand around her slender waist.

The warmth of his palm, even through the fabric, was directly transmitted to Jian Ran’s skin.

Jian Ran could distinctly feel that the skin around her waist was inexplicably turning red and heating up.

"Who are you?"

Jian Ran got straight to the point, with her hands not remaining idle... She reached out her hand toward the man’s cheek, ready to remove his mask.