Mr. Perfect Isn't So... Perfect. (Slow Updates)

Chapter 18: tired of the new girl so now you have decided to move on to men?

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Were you thinking what would happen next? Well sorry that I couldn't upload it much faster, was a bit busy with the results....

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*Neil's POV*

"Mr. Sterlin, what do you have for me?" I asked in a formal tone.

He said only three word, "Ian Hunter, sir."

I looked at him amused.

"Ian Hunter, eh?" I asked feeling a smirk spread across my lips on its own accord.

"Now there we have something," I added.

He held up the file he was holding and I took it without hesitation.

"Go on, I'm listening," I started opening the file.

Name : Ian Hunter

Age : 28 years

Nationality : American

Height : 1.82 meters

Eye color : Hazel

I kept reading the information from the file as I asked, "I know you, you used to work with him. What else do you know about him?"

"Well, apart from the well known fact that he was fired from his job last week, I don't know him well enough. He is a good built fellow, with remarkable intelligence. He isn't your regular guy with common sense. He is smart at tasks, sly man with ulterior motives and cunningly clever at planning. What you guys say, yeah! A Mr. Perfect."

I rose my eyebrow amused.

"What else?" I glanced at the other details.

"He is really good at cooking, and skilled fighter, in fact won many awards in competitions. An athlete with sportsman spirit. He is very charming and arrogant at the same time. And yeah, the best example for 'cocky'," he said with a passive expression.

"Where is he now? Why isn't there an address of his resident?"

"We don't know where he lives here in Kaula Lumpur, he wasn't very close to anyone at work. He used to work for you until he was fired last week for accidentally breaking wine glasses. And after that, none of us has seen him."

"These details are very vague, there isn't even a photo of his. And what actually happened at the party? you still meet him, don't you?" I implied with a raised eyebrow.

Charles stared at me with a poker face for a while before sighing out loud. His shoulders slouched down a bit as he shifted to a more relaxing stance. Suddenly, confidence was written all over his face, his eyes held a mischievous glint.