NovelStartChapter 826 Anticipated Day ‘No! Impossible!" Catherine adjusted her mood and returned to her office. Feeling starved, she pressed a boiled egg into her mouth.
She reminded herself she was suffering from anemia and had been too busy recently.
After breakfast, Catherine still felt her stomach empty and drooled while missing Leslie's cigarettes.
However, she didn't have any left in her apartment.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen she stood up and entered the president's office.
While reporting something, Josh saw her enter and broke off. "Good morning, Ms. Collins." Ignoring him, Catherine gazed at Leslie coldly and walked towards him. "Do you still have the cigarettes you gave to me before?" "Why?" Leslie looked up and asked patiently. "Have you finished them all?" "Still have it?" Catherine asked. Evidently, she didn't have the mood to explain.
Leslie answered bluntly, spinning the pen in his hand, "They are expensive. If you want to give them to others like gifts, | can't give them to you. If you want to smoke them, | have plenty." Catherine answered indifferently, "I'll smoke them myself." Leslie hinted at Josh, and the latter walked to a safe with a passcode, pulled out two packs, and passed them to her. "Here you go, Ms. Collins." Catherine took them over and turned away without thanking them.
Josh felt awkward, but Leslie didn't care about it.
Even without Nora, Catherine would never escape him.
Morning. Emerald Bay.
In the master bedroom, Jennifer tied the necktie for Ivan. Ivan pecked her forehead. "You've become more skilled." "So have you." They agreed that Jennifer tied his necktie, and he combed for her for the rest of their lives.
"I'm sure the release conference will succeed today." Ivan propped his arms on Jennifer's shoulders while walking on the stairs.
Jennifer beamed at him with blessings. "Yep. Absolutely." After breakfast, the driver pulled the rear door for them.
Ivan and Jennifer sat in, heading for the company.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMeanwhile, Finnley and Mya got out of the car, standing in front of a beautiful villa.
They exchanged a short glance, entering the living room hand-in-hand.
"Good morning, Mr. Russell, Ms. Saunders," a security guard bowed at them respectfully.
Finnley asked, "Have they got up already?" "They are putting on makeup," The security guard complained, "Women are always troublesome." Shortly after, Leslie's nine ex-wives went downstairs, dressed as if they were going on blind dates.
Watching them, Mya felt awkward. She thought those mid-aged women were indeed fashionable.
Holding her hand, Finnley looked at the nine women. "After staying here happily, you must have gained some weight, ladies." "Mr. Russell, mind your language. You know that weight is always a taboo topic for women." "Also, we are in our forties. Don't think we're too old." Although the women complained, they were not angry. After talking to Finnley several times, they liked him.
"Enough" Finnley was unwilling to waste time on nonsense. "Whether you can receive the last funds from the Marsh Group today depends on your performance today." Suddenly, Mya became interested and asked him, "Let me lead them. OK?" "Don't be naughty,” Finnley whispered to her, "Leslie Eastwood is a tough nut to crack. Just watch the fun.” Then he gave the nine women some reminders, let his men do things as planned, and informed them of the departure time.
World Trade Tower opposite the Marsh Group was the most thriving economic center in Arkpool City.
Today, two companies’ jewelry release conferences would be held in the building. All the invited reporters had entered the halls.
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