NovelStartFrom her cold tone, Leslie could feel her current mood.
"Still angry?" Leslie took a puff on the cigar, squinted his eyes, and let out circles of smoke. Then he sighed softly, "You should be very clear about who | am." “Say what you want. Otherwise, I'll hang up.” Catherine didn't want to deal with him after work.
Leslie said in a good voice, "Okay, okay, | apologize to you, don't be angry." Catherine rolled her eyes and also took out a cigarette.
Leslie said, "I called you today because | have something to tell you." "Speak." Her reply was curt. She didn’t want to talk to him.
She didn’t care what a jerk he was.
What she cared about was that when the police wanted to arrest him, she beca cover-up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLeslie was worried that she would hang up the phone, so he quickly got to the point, "We should launch the True Love series as quickly as possible. We must do it before Marsh Group did." “Okay.” After reaching an agreement, Leslie didn't know what to say, "Have a good night." After saying that, he hung up the phone.
In fact, Catherine thought so too. But inspiration was important when it cto designing. Efficiency should be put second.
They should spend more ton designing work. The first step was important. The progress of the subsequent production could always be sped up. With the best diamonds in hand, they had nothing to be afraid of.
Catherine sat in front of the computer. After she finished her cigarette, she tried to concentrate on her thoughts, calm down her mind, and put herself to work.
She told herself that she must not let anything disturb her.
Downtown, in an apartment.
Mya opened the medicine box and put something in a canvas bag.
"What are you doing?" Finnley was puzzled.
She replied while putting the medicine in the bag, "You need to change the medicine tomorrow. We need to take them with us to the mountains." "No need. My wound is all scabbed.” "Does it recover that fast?" She couldn't believe it.
"I just took a shower and saw it in the mirror.” Finnley sat down on the sofa, "Do it now. It'll be the last time." She froze for a moment, watching him take off his shirt and turn his back to her.
Seeing that the wound the size of a finger had scabbed, Mya finally breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully applied the drug for him again, "This drug is really effective, Rowan is a genius." Finnley felt a bit uncomfortable hearing her praise other guys.
“Have you finished your series?” He asked.
"Not yet, new episodes are released slowly." He thought for a while and asked, "Do you like Spencer very much?" "Yup." She said without thinking, "There must be a lot of people who like him. My Facebook page is full of his pictures sometimes." Why did women like Spencer? Because he was a bad boy? The night was getting deeper In Roxy Waterfall, the sound of gurgling water always brought peace to the mind.
In the houses.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe lights went out one by one. The designers of the R-Alan Group fell asleep.
Catherine went to bed late.
She was still racking her brains for inspiration. She had abandoned two drafts, which made her a little anxious.
Turned off the lights and lay down on the bed, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Three o'clock in the night.
She started to sweat on her forehead. Each of her cells was in a state of high tension. She was frowning in her dreamland.
"No, don't chere... letgo... let go!" In a room locked from the inside, the drunk Leslie pinned her on the bed, pulling off her clothes.
He was so heavy that she couldn't move. She lost control of her waist, and couldn't escape at all.
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