Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1527

Chapter 1527: Monica Isn't a Pushover

Camille took steps towards this side, her gaze falling upon Monica. From her clothing to her demeanor, Camille felt this girl was not

a match for Tristan! Seeing that she too was stopped, Camille's mood improved greatly, a sly smile of 'you're no better’ curling up

at the corners of her lips. It wasn't that Monica was bad, but rather, Tristan was too exceptional.

At this time, in a spacious and bright conference room upstairs, an important meeting was in progress. Tristan was seated in the

lead position, surrounded by company executives. Then, his Facebook video call rang. He picked up his phone, saw Monica's

avatar, glanced at everyone, and without any hesitation, answered, "Monica."

Everyone lifted their gazes towards the CEO, eyes filled with curiosity and gossip! The n'Monica' was not only seen in today's

news, but also during the last meeting room screen projection... they remembered, didn't they?

"Tristan, I'm downstairs at your company. | brought you chicken soup that | made myself. Can | cup?" Monica didn't know

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where he was or who was with him, but she thought he was alone, "I was stopped by the security."

Monica spoke in a soft and gentle voice, her tone was a bit playful and filled with deep affection. "Kevin, go down and receive Miss

Swain." Tristan's voice was gentle.

"Yes."

"Bye-bye!" Monica, being considerate, hung up the phone, then waited patiently. She had just seen the beautiful smile on Tristan's

face, and she thought, he must also want to see her, right?

Since the Facebook video was on speaker, all the executives in the conference room heard Monica's words to Tristan. Her ‘Tristan’

really sounded so clingy!

"Cough!" Tristan glanced at everyone, put down his phone, and resumed his serious expression in a second, "Let's continue the

meeting. Whose turn was it to speak? Please proceed."

At this moment, Kevin had already opened the elevator door, entered the elevator, and was going down to receive the future CEO's

wife. If the wedding day was celebrated at the office, he might also be able to bask in the joy.

Downstairs, in the grand and glorious lobby. The security guard had also heard Mr. Norwell's words, so he politely saluted her,

"Please wait a moment, Miss. The layout upstairs is complex, Kevin, Mr. Norwell's aide, should be here soon."

"Alright, you can go on with your work." She obediently stood in place waiting. The security guard turned and left, and Camille

stood in front of Monica, arms folded, looking down at her.

Meeting this woman's gaze, Monica was puzzled, thinking, is she a client of Clarke Corp? Therefore, she smiled politely at Camille

and stepped aside.

"Just a relationship, is there a need to be so happy?" Camille scrutinized her, "These days, being in a relationship doesn't mean

you're getting married."

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Hearing this tone... could it be that this girl likes Tristan, is she a rival in love? Monica analyzed. At this moment, the elevator door

opened, and Kevin was coming this way.

Monica didn't have tto delay. She had to get this lovingly prepared soup to Tristan quickly! So, adhering to the principle of not

offending anyone, she looked at the woman with a smile, "Just because I'm in a relationship, are you so sour? He might not marry

me, but he definitely won't marry you. Otherwise, why wouldn't he confess to you?"

"Miss Swain." Kevin arrived, "Please cwith me."

"Okay!" Monica glanced at the sour Camille, held the thermos bowl, and followed Kevin towards the elevator, "Is he busy?"

"Mr. Norwell is in a meeting. You will have to wait in his office for a while."

"Alright! No problem!"

Camille was truly speechless! She slandered over and over again in French, "Tristan's taste is too unique. This girl is too ordinary,

isn't she? Just making a soup to curry favor? Shouldn't a CEO's marriage be a match of equals?"