Chapter 38

Here we go again! This peacock-like face is just unbearable. He is a casanova but thinks everyone else is just like him. "Mr. Xander, don't assume others live their lives the way you do." Eliza pushed his hand away and said calmly. "What do you mean?" Xander raised his chin slightly, a look of confusion and arrogance in his eyes. "Men and women are all the same. For instance, you and Miss Linda, I can't tell who enjoyed whom. That's what self-love is." Having said that, Eliza turned around and headed downstairs. She always felt uncomfortable in his presence, so it was better to keep her distance. Out of sight, out of mind. He really had a knack for making him angry in just a few words. Xander stepped in front of her, but before he had time to get angry, they heard voices outside the door. "Mr. George, our company is a century-old enterprise. My great-grandfather created the internationally renowned Wan Butterfly Couture. Compared to companies from the West, we have a more distinctive n