NovelStartAyoung man got down from the driver's seat.
Shirley's heart tightened. She widened her eyes and asked, “Who is he? Why is he with Mya?” Finnley and Mya walked into the lobby while chatting, looking intimate.
“Should be her coworker.” Clarence was calm, gazing at the young man’s receding back. “I recalled. He is Ivan's special assistant, Finnley Russell. | talked to him several times.” “So what? Where did they go? What did they do? Mya was still holding her handbag. That means she hasn't been to her office yet. Did she get up so early to date this man?” Shirley felt shocked and worried, her heart in her mouth.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Probably, he only gave her a ride. They might not be dating.” Clarence looked calmer. “Before learning the details, we cannot jump to the conclusion so fast.” Shirley thought about it. “No... | must figure it out in secret.” “Shall we go upstairs?” “No,” she refused. “Let's go home.” Clarence nodded his agreement and restarted the engine. “I'll send you home before going to work.” Shirley dialed Mya’s number. “Sweetheart, have you got up?” Her voice sounds dear, full of a mother’s gentleness.
“Mom, I've arrived at my office. No worries. I'll go home tonight.” “No, no,” Shirley chuckled, “You need to stay out another night. Your father and | won't be home tonight.” In the driver's seat, Clarence looked at her in confusion. Shirley continued, “We'll go to your aunt's this evening. You can come home tomorrow.” “No problem,” Mya agreed without hesitation.
After exchanging a few words, Shirley ended the call with the excuse of not interrupting her work.
“What do you plan to do?” Clarence darted at her while driving. “May | know your plan, Honey?" “I'll stalk her.” Shirley trusted her intuition. “I must ensure where she stays at night.” Her hunch told her Mya didn’t stay in Emerald Bay.
Shaking his head, Clarence didn't stop her but disagreed with her, “Mya is a grownup. Let her be. She has the freedom to make friends.” “She’s still young and inexperienced in life. I'm afraid she'll get hurt,” Shirley retorted, “I must take good care of my daughter.” They headed home.
Something happened in the R-Alan Group that day.
Catherine's design team returned from Roxy Fall. However, they still hadn't finished the design draft. Other employees discussed and complained about it.
In the luxurious president's office, Leslie looked at Catherine unhappily. “Have you finished the design draft? Why did you come back so soon?” he asked, though he had already known the answer.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“The draft is still ongoing,” Catherine answered indifferently.
“Why did you return, then?” Leslie lit a cigar, crossed his legs, and leaned against the back of his seat. “Didn't you tell me there would be more inspiration in Roxy Fall?” “It depends,” Catherine answered calmly, looking into his eyes. “Our designers have been used to working in the office, so they are more efficient here.” Leslie couldn't find a word to retort. “Three days. You only have three more days. Show me a pleasant design draft. The Marsh Group has already celebrated it. Their products will launch in the market soon.” Catherine knew he had told the truth and was also anxious. However, her team didn’t work hard, so that she couldn't do anything.
Leslie took a drag of the cigar, narrowing his eyes. “We must hurry,” he reminded her instead of blaming her.
“Yes, Mr. Eastwood.” When Catherine looked at him again, her eyes became steely. “However, Mr. Eastwood, you must pay more attention in the recent weeks.” “What do you mean?” Leslie was confused.
They locked eyes. Catherine answered bluntly, “Your ex-wife has just passed away. It's your freedom to make a new girlfriend, but you'd better keep lowkey. If the reporters shot your photos, I'm afraid it would negatively impact the sales of the True Love series.” mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWLII0fiflO& 1 mmMwWLIII0fifl0&1 mmMwWL1i10fif10&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1
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