NovelStartThe smile on Leslie's face faded away, and there was a cold light in his eyes. He went out without even saying goodbye to Catherine.
Josh frowned and followed.
Catherine didn't hear what Josh said, but she could feel that Leslie was angry. His back was a little cold.
Was something wrong? The president's office next door was magnificent. It was the first tthat Ingrid had been here. She had to ask where it was along the way.
She felt a sense of extravagance standing in front of the desk. When she saw Leslie coming in, she quickly greeted him with a smile, "Leslie, | made you your favorite chicken soup, it's boiled for two hours, try it!" Then she stepped forward and took his arm.
"Who asked you to come?” Leslie's face was full of displeasure, he shook off her hand, and asked sternly, "Didn't | tell you not to cto the company?" "Why can't 1?" She suppressed her dissatisfaction and asked innocently, "I am your wife." Leslie said to her, "Go back, right now." With tears in her eyes, the woman said aggrievedly, "You have been working overtrecently. | am worried about you. So, | brought you schicken soup. Why are you so angry?" Leslie's face was still cold, "Because you ignored my words, women should stay behind men!" Josh was embarrassed by the side. He wished that they wouldn't argue because there were people next door.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Leslie, try the chicken soup first, it won't taste good when it's cold." As she spoke, she was about to open the thermos.
"Just leave it alone!" Leslie took a sip of coffee and kept the cup in his hand, "Go back!" "No, I'll wait for you to get off work." Ingrid began to act coquetry, "I told the driver to go back first." Leslie looked at her coldly, and said impatiently, "Then take a taxi back, | don't when | finish." "I'am not doing it!" She felt wronged.
"Get out!" Leslie freaked her out.
Then he said to Josh, "Send Mrs. Eastwood downstairs! Get her a cab!" "Yes, Mr. Eastwood." Josh had to do it.
Ingrid could clearly see the loathing and disgust in the man's cold and dangerous black eyes. Her heart went cold.
"Mrs. Eastwood, please." The woman endured it.
To not embarrass herself more, she had to leave.
But she had got a judgment on sthings.
When passing by Catherine's office, she couldn't help slowing down, took another look inside, and saw the woman working hard at the desk.
She was already sure that Leslie worked overtbecause of Catherine.
She checked the twhen Catherine started working, and found it was exactly the stas when Leslie started working overtime.
Downstairs, Josh called her a taxi and then told the driver the address.
Ingrid hated it, but she couldn't walk home.
She thought of what she saw just now. Leslie and Catherine talked happily in the soffice, only the two of them were there.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA strong sense of crisis invaded her, and for a moment, she didn't know what to do.
After all, Leslie had been married ten times. His loyalty to marriage was only temporary.
Thinking about it, she wanted to cry.
She didn't want to be abandoned; she didn’t want to give up this extravagant life.
The cool night wind dazzled her eyes.
At this time, the white Maybach left the Marsh Group.
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