Looking at the words on the cake, Li Zhiyan was a little dumbfounded.
A foreign blonde throwing him a birthday celebration? Why did this feel like a dream?
Catherine and him were unquestionably enemies.
Sitting in the car, Li Zhiyan placed the cake on his lap.
"Buckle your seatbelt!"
Catherine urged, then handed her high heels to Li Zhiyan.
As the car roared to life, the sound drew the attention of many passersby. Owning a sports car was a lifelong dream for many young people, though for most, it would remain forever out of reach.
"President, to seduce me you even went to the trouble of wearing high heels. You've really put in the effort."
Li Zhiyan's words made Catherine internally burn with shame, yet she felt an undeniable helplessness—after all, she was indeed the one who had actively come to seduce him.
Just to end this humiliating agreement as soon as possible.
"Lowly creature, as if you're even worth me seducing!"
"Hold the cake steady!"
