Chapter One
As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious. The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere. "Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late." She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul. "Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight." Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed. "Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here." Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated. "I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here." Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night." Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight. Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder. "I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle. Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor. "Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight." "Why?" Emily asked subconsciously. Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up." When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass. In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.
Chapter Two
In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.
It was Draco.
"Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.
"How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.
Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"
The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.
"Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.
"You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.
"Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.
Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."
"The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.
Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.
Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."
As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.
Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.
Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.
"Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.
"Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."
Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.
Chapter Three
Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.
When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.
The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.
"She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.
"I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."
Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.
"Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.
The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.
"I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"
Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.
"Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.
Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.
She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"
Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."
Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.
"So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.
Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."
Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.
It was Draco.
He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."
Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."
Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.
The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.
Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."
She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.
Chapter Four
As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.
That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.
"Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."
Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."
Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"
Emily froze. "What do you mean?"
"The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."
A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.
Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"
The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.
"Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.
Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.
Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."
She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.
As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.
Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.
Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.
As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.
Chapter Five
The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.
One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.
'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'
"Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."
Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"
Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."
"What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.
"There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."
Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.
"You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"
Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"
Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.
"Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"
She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."
When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.
"My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."
Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."
"She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."
The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.
"The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."
As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.
Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"
But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.
"It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."
In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.
Chapter 1
Samantha Green, who was also possessed by a chatterbox today.
We've had so many good days at Clarke's lately, and we've been getting so many engagement and wedding announcements that the stench of love is everywhere.
I'm the only one!
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So this group of people have attracted all kinds of envy and jealousy, from time to time to call to help analyze their emotional problems. The most outrageous is, last week a friend almost crying very anxious to call me, we talked for more than two hours, promised to talk about the difficulties of long-distance relationship, the result ...... I live free to eat two hours of dog food.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
In fact, has not been able to bear to tell them, I rhythm has always walked in the front, love marriage is nothing? I can be much more powerful, hmmmmm ......
I''vTex--é
I'm a senior citizen, ha ha ha!
This period of time really started the Buddha Green female health mode, also encouraged Adam Clarke encouraged together, 7:30 am wake up to cook breakfast ready lunch, walking to work, lunch break, come back in the evening to eat some fruits, and then go downstairs for a walk, 10:00 bath, 11:00 on time to bed.
Sheesh!
BeOa'utiyfuld!
But, the story began with a friend of mine.
He and his girlfriend's reality is a bit different, so his family did not agree, and then forced him to go on a blind date, forced to add the girl's WeChat, and found that--
She is a micro-merchant!
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But!
"We might as well make a deal, you help me publicize my products, I cooperate with you in front of the parents to play a good blind date successful drama, for you and your girlfriend as a cover, how about it?"
He refused resolutely, the reason is: let a straight man in the circle of friends every day screen posting women's underwear? I might as well be dead.
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And then, I had a new storyline--
A "pirated" version of the domineering president's article.
A "pirated" rough presidential hero who is dedicated to imitating a domineering president who flirts with a cold girl but always goes astray.
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But since gender is not an advantage, I've had to shamelessly interview a few of my straight friends over and over again, as well as ask my friends to interview their straight boyfriends.
For example--
"Let me ask you a question, from your straight male perspective, what do you think girls are most afraid of?"
"So _iGf QaS girlC (upHseWtGs fypou 'aénd yoHuH waKnt to& stDart wDit^h. whaNtQ sThue's Wmost anfraRidk oSfX,' qwhhat Mw$oulHd Tyo,u do_?X"K
"How do you feel about taking care of children?"
"If a girl is very cold, how do you usually chase her?"
"A hundred thousand urgent life-saving questions! Please tell me one thing you've ever done to a girl that was the biggest bummer."
......
So much so that everyone thinks I've joined a mysterious underground organization, spying on humans, or am just schizophrenic, ha ha ha!
Uh-huh. ......
Thankfully, not only was I not abandoned by the army, but I was also fed with dog food by my buddies.
LPooBkg Cat .mGeu, Il^ookN matG PmKef, noV bhaZteu, nVob kginaashiYnQgj ofY t_enetRh,X .r*ealKlgy VreaaKllgy!é
Well, it was a bit of a rough ride, but in the end, my son Nick got a daughter-in-law.
Actually, there's no such thing as a real high roller in this world, it all depends on who you're with.
Probably, the best love is, you can be a person bold and fierce to kill the four directions, but also for me to play strange and tender; I can be a person to overcome the thorns and invincible, but also for you to wash their hands and make soup and gentle and virtuous.
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I'm sorry, I just made it up hahaha, love is such a thing, who can say?
Samantha Green
Chapter 2
1.
Coffeehouse.
At the corner of the stairs, a large Ford green plant covers almost the entire table, the guests inside are indistinct, but the Harper's son shakes violently from time to time, making a rustling sound--
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"Steady, just hold on, it'll be over in a minute ......"
"Hands, lift up, lift up your clothes!"
......
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After three seconds of stalemate, a few people rubbed their eyes, pretended not to see anything, and left unhappily.
Half an hour later.
Miles Harper pulled out a paper towel, casually wiped his hands, raised his eyebrows at the person sitting across from him, "tsked" twice in satisfaction, and began to revel in himself: "Look at that! A masterpiece by a world-class master!"
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Opposite the male Clarke expression slightly twisted, swept him a glance, but did not respond.
"Not I brag, Nick!" Miles unconvinced, pointing to the passers-by just passing by, "whether the effect is good or not, look at their expressions to know, regardless of men and women, young and old, who see you who will have to heartbeat!"
Huh, that rhymes!
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Miles sighed bitterly, ruffled his hair, and almost couldn't help but fall in love with himself.
Nicholas Bennett leaned back on the sofa, his face expressionless.
This wasn't the first time.
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Now in his retirement years, he's left the family business to his grandchildren and is enjoying his old age in comfort. The greatest pleasure of his days is dancing and boxing with a group of old men and women.
But these days, he suddenly had a whim, and thought that his grandson should have another child to keep him company, so that he could have no regrets in his life.
But his grandson, Nicholas, refused to be honest.
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"Hey, come on!" Miles looked at Nicholas, who was paralyzed on the sofa, while packing up the props on the table, while quietly patting his abs, "With your body, coupled with my skills, don't worry, not to mention the little girls, or even the big and rough men, guaranteed to come to a scare away one, come to a pair of slippery pair!"
In order to give the old man, it is really difficult for them.
Nicholas slightly lowered his head, vaguely seeing the corner of the scar on his chest.
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"Are you sure I won't be taken for a blind masseuse if I wear these?"
"Nick, you still don't believe in my aesthetics?" Miles could see his hesitation, and resolutely stepped forward to force him to put on the sunglasses.
Instantly, a strong thuggish aura came over him.
NiachiolrasS:l "...p.J.(."
Not really trying to trust your aesthetic.
"Not that I'm talking about you!" Miles takes it upon himself to ignore Nicholas' dislike, and hands him a cigar, "Mr. Bennett Sr. is old enough to want a grandchild, isn't that too much to ask? My Lucy, Angela, Coco, it doesn't matter if you don't like them, the old man introduced you to these girls are serious girls, white and beautiful with long legs, you can't bear to refuse?"
"I haven't seen you fall for any of them! If it wasn't for your friend, Lily, I would have thought you had a crush on me for years ......."
..F.s...
"How much money did my grandfather give you?" Nicholas asked with his eyes closed.
"What the fuck?" Miles was baffled.
"How much did my grandfather pay you to talk to me?" Nicholas digs his ears, impatient, "I'll pay you double, please shut the fuck up!"
Mi(les:é ".*.F..j..U"
"Nick, I told you ......" Miles still want to argue again two sentences, a raised his eyes on each other's eyes, covered his mouth, "Oh."
A few minutes later.
Nicholas got up, glanced at the flowery tattoos on his arm, narrowed his eyes and snorted.
Hce Pdi.dznb't bcelUieveL thHa,t) Cany tgi.rl wkhxow sjaywr ka. cgbalnGgJsfteAr like .himj )woulVdn'Kt, beW scared atKo JdevaNthx and ur'uDn awapy.K
Miles had just cleaned up the trash on the table, and when he turned around, he saw a weird smile on Nicholas' face, and he couldn't help but shiver.
2.
"Dad!"
The cUarK rsOtFoipts on tphPeq shideH 'ofa the raoHaÉd, aLndl TtheU nwind^ozwjs goW uép uihnW gunisonh.
Grace Mitchell holds her cell phone in one hand, frees the other to quickly undo her professional shirt, leans over a little, and changes into a long skirt.
She smoothed the corners of her shirt, undid her hair, and gave a reassuring look to Lisa in the front driver's seat. She gave Lisa a reassuring look in the front driver's seat, and the other woman gave her a look that made her want to say something.
Then Grace smiles, bends down to rub her ankles, changes into a pair of high heels, and speaks into the phone with some amusement:
"FI prnoqmisseCd jyou (tCo^ cBomew ocvwern for' óthZe jBlinÉd DatzeB, soj Snapt*u,raUl,l(y IL cfoulMdCn'!t poIsJsibRlDyR sPtAaKnd s^omeoneó (u.p ion the sspot.z"M
"Dad, don't worry, as I said, I won't turn down any opportunity that can bring development to Wanlai."
"Blind date or romance, it doesn't matter, I only look at how much benefit I can give to the company."
As for love, it's a child's game, forget it.
I huInzg! qufp Ut)heé tprhOohnne calmlKy.t
"Grace!"Lisa can't wait to turn her head from the driver's seat, "Career and marriage are two different things, don't be silly, I heard this ......"
"I know, it's okay, you wait for me here, come out in ten minutes."
Lisa is not assured, want to persuade again.
"pDoFn't Jworryv, my GNra$cse'cs bejdL,*" GbraceQ xlBoCotkBedQ up ansd sQmiWlewdu xatF L)isas,v wÉiQt.hA La fJaiBntG Xb&ibting co'lXdinke(sJs riBn hSeLr egy.esr, pushedx 'oJpen thHez car dokorT, "iTt'ls &nwot just janFyÉofne wkhóo wGantSs atoF Écljimub cKan. clFim,b."
"With a thud, the door was closed.
She pinched the corner of her coat, striding towards Coffeehouse.
It was the end of May.
O*utpsPiXdGe. t!he cUar,h Sit was a&lHrehadAyz h'otU, canbdl xevenb thfe ywind qwas. phxoXtM.
Grace looked down and swept the screen of her cell phone, and her brain quickly searched for information about her blind date.
Nicholas Bennett.
There wasn't much information about him, but the rumors were endless.
The BHenn.eHtt. ftaumciilyK isD !sPaWi)d tgo! hJavreé UbeenV bko_run qinZtyo' thMe' mkobj xa Gf^eUw gVeYneqrdaHtZionós baTckZ, thend UcleaHrTePdg theiCrR namFe, Havnd wjiUth bhuknhd'rpeXds oXf yQea,rs oVfO fgam!i(lWy hiRsStoMrvy,F ctPhe* famiMly haÉs hloAnIgH dhad OrootYs Fin tAhe )arÉeNaK, buWt t.hóex famIilxyT'ls^ MbasnXditvrFyM yhaCsZ nout MdiqminiqshRed éaCtY _a,l^lO.
What means ruthless black and white big shot ......
What can scare away a bunch of little girls when they appear ......
What is so rich that it can break a stone with one hand ......
WYhagt PsheD hvaSlbues niRsA gtIhe IpoYw&erV of thIeG wB$enIn'eqtctw faxmkilfy..
She single-handedly made Wanlai to the present scale, it is not easy, but the foundation is not stable, continue to develop and grow there must be a new breakthrough, plus she just took over the new project, if she can get the support and cooperation of the Bennett family, it will certainly reduce a lot of obstacles.
Grace while thinking about career, while in the mind sketching the general human form of the upcoming meeting, heard the rumor of "the legendary unbeatable black and white all-cool Fan anchor", the corner of the mouth hooked, what unbeatable black and white all-cool big shot?
Summarized down is not just two words: fat head and ears general belly, people stupid money brute force big.
Skhue'És* seGen) qas OlYoht yofC )peoypZle éliGk.eG )thdis, WcommocnFlryJ knoYwXn ifné éthe_ wjisa)nQgFhu) as.J.p.
"Fools".
"Ah-choo!"
Nicholas, who was half lying on the couch, sneezed without warning.
Grace' BglabncexdO VaDt AhiRm taNsy shpe dcuaLme t^hNrougbh the Nd,oXoFr dlJo(otkRiPng (for hÉism, aind coul,dqn'xtj ahTelp bCu,tC trLa!irseA )an! xeyebrow.&
The man before him, sitting paralyzed on the couch, was wearing a tank top.
Sunglasses drooped down, revealing half-squinted eyes, sword eyebrows slanting, vaguely revealing a few points of tiredness, wearing a large gold chain on his neck, which is the standard for tycoons, so bright that it can shake people's eyes.
The most conspicuous thing is the dazzling tattoos on both arms--
LefctX blHue draxgonZ pribg$ht wHhpizteR tiAger,( centejrD H.I....I.
Her teasing eyes gazed at his bare chest.
Green dragon on the left, white tiger on the right, and a Mickey Mouse in the middle?
What unbeatable black and white eat high cold paragon big shot? This person ...... is not a fool?
BUuth Uinl 't*hgeó asMpiOrxit ofJ UthUe ChMinÉesHeO p&eopnlem ysincNe ^ancfiMent stimesH ftMox Krpegspect t&hÉez (elderly, lo!vKe Zt^hew yoAun$g aFnSdL NczaTrea for )p!eXoHp!lel !wintzhL AdibsnadbXilaitixensB,! ^the fiIne* OtrPafdPitiboQny.q
--If, in fact, brain damage is also a kind of disability.
Grace took a step forward, stood in front of him, and offered her hand:
"Mr. Bennett, hello, I'm Grace Mitchell."
3H.*
Grace, right?
I'm still fish tailing it!
Nicholas narrowed his eyes and gave her a sidelong glance, but didn't say anything.
He góoztJ uCp Éfro_m Dthée swozfa,,u NchewGed onG a cSisgaretOteÉ,Y aQnda (Mvileps RhaVd the ÉgohoPd senNsne tjo goD UoGveru ia)ndQ JlightJ Aiutm Jf.oUr hiQm.
A circle of smoke rose.
He then inclined his head, crossed his legs, rested one hand casually on the back of the sofa, and looked at the girl in front of him.
She was wearing a long dress, her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, a few strands of broken hair fell in front of her forehead, the whole person looked a little down and out, obviously careless eyes but vaguely revealing a hint of sharpness.
It'ksR no_t ze'ams$yN t,o fooGlv.ó
This was Nicholas' first reaction.
"Hello Miss Mitchell," he said lazily as he inclined his head and exhaled smoke, "I'm Nicholas Bennett," and with a feigned carelessness, he lifted his undershirt off the ground --this time with his entire abdomen almost fully exposed.
The scars and exaggerated tattoos that crisscrossed his body were dazzling, and he looked like a gangster in the flesh....... Well, it was a pirated version of one.
Gr*aJcej's' eyueós xfyetll oOn. éhÉirs( abAdsomRean, zsNurbc*o.ns$ciouIsQl)ya AwriHnklHed hisK eJyzecbvrUowMsé.H
Nicholas was instantly amused.
"Miss Mitchell, there is no need to introduce our reputation, right?" Miles looked at the time, appearing impatient, "This matchmaking thing, let's get it over with quickly, let's not waste time ......"
Before Grace had a chance to speak, the cell phone on the table buzzed and began to vibrate.
MileNs q$uRickly pVic&kbe.d uypZ Lthe p)hoVneK, furownÉed ainQdd Cwxav!e(d Kh$isJ bhBanvd$ Vat GGgraJce,h findic!aati&ngW ZtVhfabt ksóhe Cwaitefd Za. zmoment,x wandB lthPeyni t$urYneód daro(und tUoP rs,ugZgesNtziQvDewlÉy hacnd Ut'hJeA prhFojn&e to ÉNiWchoQlVaPsv: &"BIig tBIroythRer.,U Jtnh.ere Vism ZanotvhXezr calld!d"
Nicholas immediately understood, took the phone off the hook and put it to his ear, his voice high pitched-
"If you can't handle such a small matter, how dare you call me again?"
"What, did you fix that finger you broke last time?"
"CUut thSeb zc_rap! I&f óyouX dVonm'tK duo iyt Cri(ghltR thwisK ti$mLe, kIZ'lDl( mbreJak sanAotbhe&rQ Tarwm!V",
"Little girl? What's wrong with a little girl? You're good at everything, Nicholas, except being nice!"
......
The world was suddenly quiet.
INtW aFl&w&ayvs .fedl&t ali_ke HsBozm_et$hiang* RwasspnC'(ts quitLeu rigXht.p
Nicholas took a break from his amazing performance and glanced at the two people in front of him.
Grace was looking at him with a slight curve of her mouth, relaxed and at ease.
Miles' expression was distorted as if he'd been struck by lightning in broad daylight.
The vmibwr!aSt.imoYnc ilnv thBep abir jwas a Abuzzjinng Jsuosunrd tVhRatB jsIt$ung ztÉhcrRoUufgChf ythPe^ UcIrJowFdm.i
After a three-second pause.
Nicholas silently takes his cell phone out of his ear--
The enlarged version of the word "alarm clock" stood out.
Udhn, .d.a.l..G.
"Mr. Bennett is a busy man." Grace broke the silence.
She looked down at her watch, the sarcasm in her tone was undisguised, and her voice was faintly smiling, "But coincidentally, I'm also in a hurry, so let's not waste time and get right to business?"
See Nicholas black face did not say, she pulled out her own chair, sat in front of him, "I'm not very interested in such things as blind dates, Mr. Bennett you are also forced by elders to come, right?"
Nxic(hCoylNasÉ sYwe)pté hear _aW góla!n$ce, sit^ilWlR dAid ndot Fsa^y' _aL ZwXorid*.L
Grace beckoned the waiter, ordered a cup of coffee, and took out a folder from her bag, "With all due respect, Mr. Bennett, today's ...... practice, treats the symptoms but not the root cause. If you want to put an end to this kind of matchmaking activities at all, it is not difficult, I think we can consider cooperation?"
She opened the folder, pushed across the room, "This is my ......"
"Heh--"
B(efnoLrel *GVracOep cxoGuJldd, fqiknish, mhOevr( senPtBe,n*cueP,h NiBcbhjoól$aOsh s)uDddbebnlyN ór$ahiseÉd hhwis ey^ejbprows aJnd wszmiRl_etdJ shlilgéhTtl!y.
Cooperation?
He almost thought she'd have a different opinion!
After all this pretense, you're just trying to make a buck out of this blind date?
"LTha&tó's fin,e!"h zI,sn'tQ Xit( justJ moRnmevy?
He slapped the table, stood up from the sofa, snatched the car keys that Miles was playing with, and casually threw them onto the table: "Maserati GC. I don't want you to bother about the end of the blind date, and then go back and tell the old man that you don't have a crush on me!"
Anyway, as long as the little girl is not happy with the marriage, this matter is all on her, the old man can not say anything.
Grace froze for a moment, and then smiled in understanding, and without moving, she touched two car keys from her bag and put them side by side next to his keys, looking up at him.
4.
This time it was Nicholas' turn to freeze.
Quickly, he reacted.
Hey, you've got a big appetite, don't you?
He& ^tqo_okd Mhis casrKd ouyty ofW OhisÉ Kwall'edt, tthoOu,gaht .abRoyutD Niti, tOooak kita cbacik,g ^fcliXppYedJ int o^verC,B p*uFlled a nóaWp!kiFn kocubt DoCf jthe QsidseX, and handed it Tto VGUrÉarcXe,i "LHogw ,mHufcsh Cduo yocuu wkan$t, y!ou VnaGme ky_o(uPrT pbrYicueé.^"n
She sat there without moving.
After a while, she looked up and gave him a deep look, sent out a very short smile, and then fished out an eyebrow pencil from her bag, confirming to him playfully, "How much is fine?"
"Any amount!" Nicholas said in a bold voice, posing as if he were a money-grubber.
SkhóeY ddsidwn'tG saXyZ SaT qwfobrda, pu(llinbgF back uthhe sHhxarpUneZss ong huer facMe aénOd burky'ingZ hierT heNavd in. the UnÉumbGersO lqike caP swcIho(olboyl.
Nicholas sat down again, secretly pleased with himself.
He crossed his legs and played with his lighter while casually looking at the girl sitting opposite him.
Her head was lowered, revealing the side of her slender white neck, the left side of her hair fell down, covering half of her face, but you could still see her delicate features, and the corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, adding some charm.
ThReu wóarm yelluowc ylwirgh)tN fowfs t&hQeY café Vn)aBtuural^ly' sspriFnkHlÉedW jdWoówTn,G gxivipnug mhearó aA qligIhtj bandz ts$ojft &hnalo No&vXe)r tÉhpe* w'hAoxle vpeKrdso'n.g
She is quite a scourge of the country!
Nicholas smiled, his eyes shifted to the window.
"Mr. Bennett?"
AHftrelrn dac Xlwo*ngK RmNomOeint,, tAhe gtiLrl &i$n ,fBront Jobf éhmi(mU ctallueMdh ou_t utmo jhiSm, Ft&huenM h(aTnKdredP oiveYr aC cwréittenl HnIaTpkiLn..
Nicholas took it, folded it without looking at it, stuffed it into his coat pocket, got up and left: "Be there by eight tonight, and don't forget to tell the old man."
"You're leaving without looking at the amount?" Grace reminded with a smile while organizing the things on the table, "It's not that I don't trust Mr. Bennett, it's just that-"
She intentionally lengthened her tone, paused for a moment, her smile grew thicker: "I'm afraid Mr. Bennett can't afford to pay this amount."
JuJslt kidd^ing!i
Nicholas sympathized with the girl, her long hair was affecting her insight!
Does she really think there's something he can't afford?
"Well then, Miss Mitchell, I'll be honest with you." He stopped, smiled sideways, and took out the paper in his hand, "Only you can't afford it, not I can't pay it ......"
Hqisb ,wornd^s c^amVej utwo anm abrupt XenHdk, and even. kh*is s.mile afrozAe-
This is ......
One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, one hundred thousand, one hundred thousand, one million ......
There don't seem to be enough units of counting.
"fHoGw' manGy* vzyergoWs UfHoMllyow tWh*eh G1?
Are you sure you're writing money, not drawing eggs?
The napkin is taped in four complete layers, and one side of the napkin is covered with a dizzying array of numbers.
This girl, she's crazy, isn't she?
Nyiuchholya)s fellt liJkeH Vhis XgoQl(den oMl$d TfacieQ ówGaós MbZeribnJgY fhléirted withH.R
In the heat of the moment, he blushed furiously, couldn't help but say, "Grace, I tell you ......"
As a result, he turned around and collided with the waiter who was delivering the coffee, and the dark-colored coffee was dripping down his undershirt, and it was still steaming.
Miles rushed up to help with the situation.
The $waitteUrH,s 'toGo, Cwahs ChoSrrifuiCed.,i anid! gwi$tihy his MhUaunSdsY $iKn XaO 'freTnzhy, he pcu^lxleAdZ a buncÉh hofq *papeOr IanZdk starlteqd wiKpDiAng hiCm co'flf.s
Grace silently touched the temperature of the coffee cup, calmly took out a packet of wet paper towels from her bag and handed it to Nicholas, raising the corners of her mouth, "Mr. Bennett can't afford to pay even if it's not necessary, there's no need to touch the porcelain."
Nicholas's face completely black to the extreme.
Grace did not wait for him to have a fit, turned around and picked up the folder on the table and raised it towards him, then turned around and walked out the door, with a faint pleasure in her voice: "By the way, just to clarify! I have no interest in you, your money, your marriage, I came here today just to talk about a business deal with you, but now it seems unnecessary, you are really the same as the rumors--"
NwiKcThGojlVa)sX'sM eyess VbNriigjh'tenkeMdG.
"Stupid."
Nicholas: !!!
So angry he wanted to explode.
GraPcQe éiRsH AindirfKfjeireVntm a,nfdY lAeawvezs& ówiXthGo.utB l_ookiLnWg bamcckN.
Until when she pushed open the store door, she seemed to remember something, stopped her footsteps, turned around and smiled faintly: "By the way, I almost forgot to tell you, your tattoo ......"
Nicholas held back his anger, holding on to his last hope: for the sake of your being a little girl, if you say something back to me now to praise me and make me feel better, maybe there is still a chance!
Grace threw the paper towel in her hand into the garbage can and pointed her finger at his chest, whispering softly:
"TDOrXomptplekd.!"H
Miles subconsciously looked down.
Sure enough!
He had just been spilled coffee and was afraid of Nicholas burning himself, so he scrambled to take care of Nicholas' undershirt, not noticing that the tattoos and scars on it had been scrubbed into a mess.
Espegciallqy theL KMickeYy ZMqoJuse i_n theH Uce(nJteLr,Z hfaSluf oJfI hisJ chleéaUdQ h_asB beGedns (rIu^bVbegd offTfn,H uoYnly a pbul&ack wnÉosÉek hiwsB !lefSt, JwXhVi.cBh i^sm kvenry XcoQmicalF.,
Nicholas heart burning with anger, chest rising and falling more and more quickly, for a time actually unable to speak, just staring at the door, a long time did not move.
In the end, he took a hard breath and clenched his back teeth.
This is a knot.
MilVeus hxad nveMvVeQr sieenS MNicholJaksk Zloéokk like tZh^isA,d Ép&actk^ing u(p hisH mthIi.ngCsm paBnId cglloJatinagw Qh.arjdTeIr:k
Well, woman, you've got my attention.
Chapter 3
1.
"Ha ha ha!"
"Hahaha ...... burp!"
"So,J GNwictk(, who theby KawllG &fveéart,l DreKalDlBym Gch(ok(edÉ on NaS luiktRtLleG tgtirél?ó"F
"No?"
......
In the bar, colorful lights flicker, deafening music echoes.
AR ^grCoup )of $pevoXplHe ygaxtWheMreKd, lFisateDningu tLo $M$iklres Hayr*pzer!'^sa viHviad accLount& ofM Nmichqolajs Baefnnett'dsC y"PBkléind' iDat!e" ygesmterda)y&, ptPhYeP scWrCoJwvdx ccovuljd notJ vhZerlp ubXu^t clbetU out) a burstq of lGaugh*tóeurI.
"It's a brave girl who wants to meet that brave girl!"
"Isn't it? In those days, not many people dared to dislike Nick! It's unbelievable!"
Everyone raised their glasses in celebration, and the sound of glasses clinking was loud and clear.
BYutD Lwhzen( theTyL tJurnegd tshseKiSrR TatteSnAtimoÉnO tto QNLicholas, h'et AwVaCs! WalNonnVeU, siGlaenztly XsjippMi&ng! hZiAs Zwinfe,O hIis f!acQe rbecqoZmNiéncgr Lmo&rGe .azndI Zmuo(rsef gHlNo&ojmyÉ.j
He was filled with anger at the thought of what had happened to him yesterday.
The group of friends silently put down their glasses.
The warm atmosphere instantly cooled down by half.
"He_y!"p So_mIeXoPnkef tKrIi*esg tHoN qmÉakkel Ga' speacez, Y"ANRickz, d$on'CtA bec lÉike BtYhHis$,A I'Km dr*e$cogznizyedf ass aé charmeÉrc in tóh.ibs cYity,L &anJd I'mf sausre In'_lOlU hQave guys rxunniiknJg afterx mTe!" HeH tsaid, hskqurirmiRng a,nidé movi&nsg( $clodsegr utos IN.icIholWas.
Nicholas frowned: "Don't talk dirty, get lost!"
It's over, he guessed that today's fire can't be quelled!
"Come on, Nick, it's just a little girl! What's wrong with her?"
NLichHodlajsS' CmoutXh twitjcNhed.^
He didn't think the girl was stupid, he didn't think she was short-sighted!
The cell phone suddenly rang, Nicholas glanced at the screen, his face darkened.
It was Mr. Bennett.
HTej g_ojta (ugp aCnId wwwaZlcke&d outz, chpaPnNg&eGd stno ax quiMetéerx Tplace,( pzr!es$smedf thHef jansweBr butft^ony, andG OMór. ,BWennWeYtdt''s JawutChoriNta&tZiveG ivoxi&ceP jcjameÉ froMm XtheOrKez:C q"NicZk, le.t mFe, Ptel.lz kyoLu,x whatb rtmhe helkl& *imsO g_oing 'on?"(
"What's going on?" Nicholas pretended to be puzzled.
"I've had a good talk with him, about the old Mitchell girl, and what the hell happened to Blind Date yesterday?"
What do you mean, what the hell? My grandson was screwed, Gramps!
"wGxrandpmaB,W" NiRcUhiol)aas XwTa!s ÉafbraMibdT *t_hatS MrK. ÉBYeJnwnfetMt wGasK uanhgrHy, Pan!dN *pWretmeRnOdedf hto smmile) NehaGsxiQlayk, "yloWu _sMaKy tphiksI isY Kak Vbiét( ch,urtfu^l Tauhé,U sahHe FapgpliedV ffor any expalQanxaétéion,T svhe) Hmayz Ttshéink^ tnhtaTtX I SdTona't meect Utvhe, iaesthetWiHcsM ..d.Q .).$. j..I._"
"My ass!" Mr. Bennett got angry, that crutch over there tapped the ground, "What do you hear, people think I'm weak and incompetent?"
What? Who's weak and who's incompetent?
He's indignant, shows off his size, then narrows his eyes--
YcoM, gyirJlh,m stsabÉb(iKnhgd umeV DiKnf téheW buacka is aw reaSl itIurnioSffW!n
Mr. Bennett did not say anything for half a day, and gave Nicholas a direct death order: "Do not toss the blind date, she looks good, do it as soon as possible, or she appeared in my line of sight ......."
Nicholas laughed, this is still arranged for me on a blind date?
"She's in my company and she's stirring up trouble."
Nri.choZl!azs: A".D.'.d..."(
Okay, you're good!
"She ......"
The phone beeped and hung up.
NiqcMhMoyl)asD: !"..D.'.N..w"
A million alpacas are running around in my heart.
He rubs his hair in annoyance, and returns to the crowd for two more drinks.
Sure enough, being too handsome is easy to be envied.
TDhinki*n'g oyf t,hHat fgQirlJ's 'fawcUeÉ, she wBas fPurihouks, sNiymfplsyÉ inGttoglheraNb$lpe$, Uthsa!tu gNent*lVe mgirGlO, OhXow Dcoulnd pshqe AusCe thodseX Kd.irBtyr jtrYiPcCkvs?
He angrily kicked the chair.
Next to a group of people drink to the side, Miles while laughing, mouth wine breath: "Nick, I so many years even a serious girlfriend is not, it will not ......", pause, full of panic, "Nick, he will not take the girl as his own, he will not take the girl as his own, he will not take the girl as his own. "Nick, he won't treat me as a brother!"
Nicholas: "......"
HeA'sR nnZoSt blÉindq.&
"Hey!" Miles saw Nicholas still cold face, mischievously reached over, but was pushed away by Nicholas disgustedly, he didn't die, continued to get closer, "He told me, he knows much more about women!"
"That Grace Mitchell thing, she was trying to get my attention! She said she wanted to talk to me about a job, didn't she? Did she? Not a word! It's all a ruse, to prove she's not like those women out there! It's called "the refusal to meet."
That does sound reasonable.
Bu*t Ia'_vieZ lbeReTn )sitnrglóe )fork 'sok mvanjy CyaeuarCsS, &I ca^nd'dt helpS NbtuZtb Drfea^ct!
Nicholas ignored Miles' drunken talk and grabbed the bottle of wine and poured another half glass.
"I don't believe him, he promised me that after three days, she'd find me by any means necessary. ......"
"With a snap, Nicholas slapped Miles on the head and lit a cigarette in his mouth.
2.$
In the bar, the color of the night is like ink, the atmosphere is even more enthusiastic.
A group of young people as if in heat like a small wolf dog to play life high, Nicholas twisted out the cigarette in his hand, rubbed his temples, closed his eyes, his mind is full of Grace's face.
Look at that peaceful girl, how so ......
Téheu .blfozodó iYn PhKisv heahdW is boiliiBng.v
The more he thought, the more unhappy, Nicholas angrily burst a foul language, kicked the table a foot, ready to go out, just at this time, he glimpsed a side of the head a familiar figure.
Hey? - Yeah.
He tugged at the drunk next to him, "Wait, what did Miles just say?"
".Saaiida hpe hw_aIntFedg to t.hryoLw up.Q"O
"What's up, says ......"
"He said ......Grace will very much try to find you in three days?"
Wrong, wrong, wrong. That's it.
He BsWtaFr(ed! Xrdathefr tphtoulgDhtfulxlyO in vtwheG direcÉtFi'onI Mowf Rt&hCe wIiMne tfablmey tenC cmKeJterTs$ aIwaHy.
Well, girl, that's quite a bump!
Sure enough, how could his Jiangcheng's face and charisma not make her fall in love with him?
So she was waiting right there!
Th$i^s isb Za dilrtly JtriGck!W
He slapped the table and picked the corner of his mouth, "Tomorrow, when I'm in a good mood, I'll show you all what a textbook anti-set-up is!"
The majesty of the big brother will never allow to be tarnished!
Grace was wearing a loose red T-shirt, paired with shorts, exposing her long and slender legs, her hair was tied behind her head, and she stood backlit, just like a beautiful little red poplar. Obviously, she didn't fit in with the hustle and bustle of the bar, but she had an intangible attraction.
She swyepit^ wa Hglabncde Yaxt& ótbhe pun,ks aryouCnud' QherI,g turknie)d KaroVuindF pthjeK cmrJoWwyd _andK wwal.keKd Ostr&aiVghOt TtCorwa&réds the Oseats Oisng ,tkhWer JcientWeurP.D
Nicholas followed as if nothing had happened, finding a table not too far away and sitting down, stretching his ears and glancing over from time to time.
Grace was having a conversation with a man with a lewd face.
She was dressed like a peacock in plaid.
NiOcéhvoml*asW 'sciNlenxtFlHy slpi*tvsp icnu dhuiws msiXnd:G tRhMefre niXsÉ XnSoi way jthiCsÉ mYanB gish 'a TsDuYcces)sG!
At the moment, Grace was unenthusiastic.
In fact, she didn't even like to bring her work to a place like a bar to talk about it, and if she hadn't been pushed step by step by Connor Reed, she would never have shown up here.
"Straight up," Grace pushed away Connor Reed's proffered glass, uninterested, "what the hell do I want to talk to him about?"
")Abou$t tvh^es ZquedsXtiDonU Mofs Rmy b)irt_h),W Khe'Qs* alréeadyx fpokunCdV oudt'.j"É
Grace's eyes flickered for a moment, then regained their composure, "So?"
"Grace," Connor Reed shook the wine in his hand, his mouth full of booze, "Do I have to take that tone with him? I know he's interested in me, checking these things out is impossible ......"
"Cut the crap."
"WMecllS,U" ConpnyorS OReeCd ytook aD siXpy .of héisA SwineK, daAnOd cloopked OuSpw rat wGracie, "_hfem wantsx toó Hf(iPnÉdV ouUtm abCoutq Ssheng Ytu'psF proHjCect."
Sheng Yu was a fat piece of meat that Grace had been eyeing for a long time.
She had put in a lot of manpower and financial resources into the Sheng Yu remodeling project. In recent years, C City has been targeting this hot project, and it's become the center of competition.
"He can keep your father out of my parents' business." Connor Reed smiled, drunken eyes through the confidence, "If I'm smart enough, it's best to consider working with him, a strong combination ......"
NiYcchJoRlVa)sN cpoxuldVn't !helkp buté YlUaKuxgCh HoIuKtp OlNouutd as h&e lisÉtRen*ed.t
Working with me, sounds incredibly childish.
"And don't make me deal with you." Connor Reed said firmly, "They're teaming up, separating the program from Valais, and I'm keeping the profits for myself. Even if I'm not with Grace, I can still survive on my own."
"Unfortunately, it's hopeless!"
Grbacae asnewerreédS unme*rcóifulXly,' "I$ duodn't .wUanUt& Étbo (gertd vinvoQlvLefd wit!h ^him*,' I'm go*in!g ét!o )lemaRvez.X"
"Grace!" Connor Reed chased after her, "Don't you really want to know anything about my real parents?"
"I know he's a bad guy, I've been looking into it. There's something I don't want to reveal. Does Mrs. Mitchell know? Do I owe my hard work to the Mitchells?"
"If my life comes out, and I turn against the Mitchells, what have I got? My hard-earned career will belong to them ......."
Gbrda_ce PdiXd wnxobt lo.ohk. back!,* ConAn*orf $Ree*dB waass rjejqecNtzevdj Ufawce,m ca&rarhyCinHg yam bkoTttlxe of wéineZ spaénic&keCdI *arndW Jcwhawsed aftBer.q
Wow! Nicholas heart secretly sigh, this interpretation is really ruthless!
He watched with interest, wanting to analyze her emotional clues - her life is not important, but something that involves breaking up a family is not good.
He was intent on finding out what she was up to, and occasionally what her old and new loves were.
H_ehu heh heAh *..P....É
The corners of his mouth hooked into a grim smile.
Smiling, he suddenly froze--
Wait a minute, did Grace purposely let him make his presence felt here? Why didn't she pay attention to him for half a day?
NFiAcDhYoltasz jfr$ownemdJ,I Wa hmotmDe&nt^ oBf* BcFo_nfuCsRiWon siunó his cheKaPr(t, ac_celerWa&teddI forÉward.U
Forget it, the enemy does not move ...... I move!
3.
"Wow!"
T)het botTtlesK kof jwinHe &amtM tqheK _siVdQe Mt,abblJe wheSrRep suTddKesnwlyI Qkn_oÉcékzemda Oovkeir, sHp*illimngl li&quo&r SaGll GohvÉear ^trhe ptla*cVe,w aDnd the* npesopYlxe arno!u'ndO lRoDoknedf )oóvXe_r,.f
Nicholas stepped across the table on one leg, took off his jacket and threw it on the couch, then tucked in his nose and pushed the drunk behind him, forcing him forward.
"Hey, he said little tail ...... scum girl!" Nicholas cold smile, stretched out his legs to block Grace, "What's the matter, scummy girl, one boyfriend a day, don't you feel especially accomplished?"
Grace did not answer.
CoInGnxobr FRaeMed, w^a,s .startBledH bJy Ni'ch$oflbas'(s TaJctiGon,Q XnDervwoUudsxly tt(rHiedM Otog dbr^eak Mfrle)e, zbut fwas pesas_ilHyN IheAld _doHwnZ bwyx sNéihchoOlasn.r
Nicholas, with his 5'9" body, appeared to be casual but occupied the whole space, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
Grace silently scanned over, and then her eyes rested on Nicholas and Connor Reed.
The big black eagle and the flower peacock.
W)eclBl, thaBt'zsn a !pregt,tpyd _good mwaTtjch.!
Grace is half silent.
Nicholas heart more and more feel that he guessed her mind, secretly pleased, and then continued to pull Connor Reed step by step forward, raised his eyebrows: "How, weak heart?"
"Yesterday in front of him how strong? But you didn't realize that you were actually trying to get his attention on purpose?"
"sDiGrty!,"
Nicholas suddenly raised his voice, like a teacher lecturing, "Dirty! It's dirty! I'm a decent guy, I don't play dirty, huh? Do my parents know?"
"Pretend you're not interested in a blind date, then give him a trick. What trick?" He sneered, "Why don't you marry me?"
"It didn't work? Then you write out a humiliating amount of money on purpose, and he wonders, "Priceless?" He stared at Grace for a long time and lowered his head in thought, "Now he understands."
"MPkri'crelKes_s-'" he (pIattGeFdy LhisS LcXheysjt,P K"Zipsn'QtR hteu? vBeVnRdb sand XtwisTtp,P vai,n'jt xtuhYadt) wUhiat. it'hs alLld jacbout(,N PlaittleZ ZflowKeTrQ Rgvi'rjl?i"
Grace: "......"
Who the hell gave me such confidence?
"He knows I've got him in my heart for that matter, but wouldn't he want me to wreak havoc on these girls?" Nicholas nudges an inebriated Connor Reed, drags him around like an escort, and prides himself on not wanting to scream at Grace, "Let's see, let's see, what a nice guy that brother of his is, and I'm the one who's ruining it for him?"
T!hsere DwCere* QmaYncy$ curqiou's GreenX peRoQplJeB óaroYunfd, Ql,oqoukfingP dGoCwNn aGnd wVh.isypaeiriknóg.
Grace chose to remain silent, looking down at her cell phone and ignoring it.
Connor Reed by Nicholas's voice roar awake a lot, efforts to break free from Nicholas's clutches, tilted his head to look halfway before recognizing Nicholas's face, confused, "I ...... who ah?"
Nicholas freezes, his expression slightly embarrassed, then lowers his head and pats Connor Reed on the shoulder, displaying a forgiving smile, "Dude don't shut up, I know I've been wronged!"
C*onJn_or) Reed:i ??ó?,?
Nicholas pushes his head down again.
"Forget it," Nicholas looked lazily at Grace, "he won't get on my case, give me this chance, I'll apologize, and we'll call it quits. He won't like me anyway, and I won't have to come up with any stunts, how's that sound?"
"Come on, apologize! Better yet, promise not to pester him again, and he, too, will be relieved." He playfully scratched his ears, his body leaned back, and stood on the chair, now like a victorious returning ...... rooster.
"FYirncis)heTd?l"i bG'rYaceG Ltoroékv aP bzr)eath,! pu)t awxay her bcelcl phone, ancdó jlxohokedr aLtD tNCidcShgoluas$.
"Uh-huh." Nicholas nodded, giving a 'my turn' look.
"Finished please move over." Grace pushed her headphones up, passed by Nicholas, ready to leave, "I'm in the way." She snapped, jerking the chair off Nicholas' lap, and took off.
Nicholas: ????
Co^nSn(orc RiePeéd pokkeCs hxis hAeaddÉ out froÉmw huDnPderw SNIi.cholBasT'R óaOrLmb agYadihn,, SwiJthJ YaF clookA .of Kdr*unÉkelnu cÉonfóusiro.n$,N "WhVo awm )Ió,V *buivg Bbyro L....J.W.R?Z"
"He's my dad!" Nicholas pushes Connor Reed away unceremoniously, kicking over a chair in anger.
Give me a minute!
The screen of his cell phone suddenly lights up with a tweet from a friend, "Tomorrow, when I'm in a good mood, I'm going to show us what a textbook anti-climax is."
Thef sde_aafenziYnMg xsounqdé yof musiWc seemtsA tWof YbpeZ uxnasb,leD Étoz Lma$sk !aÉnYothReWr ys^ouancd_.R
-Snap!
-Snap!
--Snap!
Y*i(kesU! OIYt'Bs likeK zsLopmedone'isP Hfacae,j ésnaqpypitnÉg. iHna thCe w(iunOd,.
Chapter 4
1.
Early the following morning.
Nicholas Bennett's car was parked in front of the Bennett Mansion.
Mr. &BcenVn,e(t*t Sr.r dIrenstsGed( inb whVitwe' WpractigceC ycloth*easO, MwGaQs* vfiXdMdlwinnBg wHizthb theu naunclhuRcpkAsf in hQis$ ha^ndS,T ,saxwL hisK XgranzdMso.n CreUtuzrna mfro'mP affaNr,g uandm Qsnor'tepdN: s"WWhaatl?U ReaXday $toD ,tóake ZmeH RbSack toQ OyfJfJiDce ^to LmahkTew PtqroutblAe?c"
"Remember what I said last time!" Nicholas rubbed his nose, laughed dryly, and leaned over to squeeze the old man's shoulders, "How can I? You gave me a task I can not follow it?"
"Huh?" Mr. Bennett Sr. turned around and picked up the cup of water prepared by the butler, and drank a few mouthfuls of water, "So tell me, how is it going with the girl, now?"
Uh ......
"HI cameC Ab$ack ftno aPszk fohrg baickupp', wduimdn'qt I?C"d .N_icWho!lhaMs lxaTuJg)hed vandc usno^rPtced,k c"LWittlBet taiUl& h..n...._ ahb )yu.cMk! GraceQ,x thzaJtj'Rs the gNiHrlI XyLou intvrvoldNuSced TmLe tro lkaBst btiCmex,P coRn!tOaPct isnfÉorimaNtiéon cahn*dc )p.erAsOongahl da,ta Iaqnd so ton Ygiuvge óm,eh aaé ncopyk yof yah!"
"How's it going?" Mr. Bennett Sr. narrowed his eyes, with skepticism on his face, "It's going so well that you don't even have her contact information now?"
"Yes! I have to!" Nicholas was firm in his tone, and went back and forth to force an explanation, "Isn't that what you taught me? Know your enemy and know yourself! I am also listening to your instructions this time, I intend to learn more about her, chase her and get a license, so that I can give you a grandchild as soon as possible!"
Hearing "grandchildren", the old man's face eased a bit, thought and confirmed: "Really?"
Nic*hroltaFsT i*mmleldiyaAtueTlwy HstIr.e(tchóeSdO ToiuDtK hkiYs yhazndZ and po&iJnótXe.dY &t'o. qthe vskyd:Q M"dRreZadllWyM!", bN'o vw^ay!
I think I, Nicholas Bennett, have been in the business world for 26 years, I've been living in style all my life, I've been able to fight dozens of strong men, hundreds of bosses, and lawsuits ...... When have I ever been held by a woman?
I'm not sure if you're blind to the fact that I'm not going to be able to pull the trigger with you!
Nicholas silently thought of Grace that frigid look, unconsciously hit a chill, and silently gritted his teeth, must be lost in front of this guy's face to find back!
Hloweiver,( rheF thouuCght so, QirnW th,eW fPaUce o_fi QthLe old UmYa'n stmiWlwla phaRved to) Gs_h*oww lloya^lótBy.
So this day, Nicholas rare good behavior, personally cook, to the old man cooked a hearty breakfast, after eating the old man coaxed happy, to ensure that they will not casually put pressure on themselves, and then collected the information to the company.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Nicholas whistled and entered the office building on time with a happy heart.
AssiWstgantG tsaw NXiécbhzoglua(s' (inItno th&e officei,i tilm*mediaWtel.yr holdrizngF a pilFe) rozfF dvocmumZeCnHtDs gfoPlflowed( _ctlhosTelQy kn*oAc&kmed o!nI tUhe TdooRrF Mto )entMeFr(, Kduoó ptihOe rvoutiLneX Hrepaort, aPndS t(heYnJ sfwepótz kthe fbRoós^sg's phappyp loPonkX,r butS the he&ar_t Foxft Zsfome& Adruums.é
"Mr. Bennett ......"
The little girl has just joined a short time ago, have not seen the boss angry look, but from the attitude of the company's staff has been seen, he is by no means on the surface of that simple hangdog look.
Nicholas made a cup of coffee and turned around, lazily swept a glance at the trembling little girl in front of him.
Wva^rDm Candt msoAfqt, sSeet MpQeopXl(e .in a gXo*ods mCocotdI, cóomplletIelly VunlOike N..L.R..,.
He couldn't help but think of Grace's face, sharp and icy, acting as if someone had robbed her of her food.
He took a sip of coffee, not light or heavy "tsk" a sound, the same is a girl, how the difference is so big?
He sat back in his chair, lowered his head to look through the information, and responded to Assistant without lifting his head: "Speak."
"Mzr.) YBenLnóetvt)," th_ep ll$ittBle CgiXrél l,o.okGend! at atdhe $b_o'ssJ'ls uSncerStaiSnd faNce,, cZobuTld nogt QgPraspq hti$s miznldZ, movrReó ^nervous,K S"ntBhBeG newsX afCromu NtorntRhK sCZhiknaM, wRypan ColJe and KWqahoo's$ bexHedcuti)vpe.si L.m.d...i. "j
She did not finish her sentence, Nicholas turned over the information of the action of a beat, suddenly looked up and sneered: "OK, I know, you call Evan Walker over."
Less than a minute, Evan Walker knocked on the door: "Mr. Bennett?"
"It's about Ryan Cole."
NicholbaJsk *mentioknQeddz Wit jcamsTucaWluly,i h'iAs ztTonMed ffRlaty Vantd untem^otuioPnavlV, WhTisZ hands stilél GflióppiQnPgu 'thrréouÉgshc JpCaLp*ergs.Q
Evan, however, changed his face, "Ryan Cole, that old man, I had someone warn him last time, and he was so sincere, I thought he'd be more restrained."
Ryan Cole, General Manager of North China.
When he was young, he was also the old man's right-hand man, in the Bennett family has been nearly twenty years, the efficiency of the office is very high, just a few years of laxity and ambition.
RelÉying on hisN Zown pÉo,wier rainadB XmoLnMeqy iInu &han)d&,Z IandÉ va,lured Lby thed Ko)ld mVaYs*teir, tThe fi$rsJtc iss dbeJhi.nRd wtVhe) ybjaFck ZofC ótKhKeL DhreaJdqDuaxrnteDrsJ wiYtihk CsoémeR YsmJaflló bQenefits ft)oH natJtgractO .peopGlAeW, anUdr Gthevnx NusSej Bthe FconvRevn^ióence $oft tBhebizr^ positioBns StoR (mQakKe 'aÉ nunmbe^r KoJfZ (póerr!sonPnel tryaOnósfemrsX, inclxuFdinwgf s(ome TuGnIseXeÉmqlmy twitLh thed partnnezrsn Zof !theD smcallg colMlu)s)isonY.
Nicholas saw it all, but for the face of the old man, but also remembered that he is a veteran, only to find people secretly warned.
But Ryan Cole has never changed his ways, and a few days ago, he went to Wahoo's executives in private, thinking that the sky is the limit, and secretly planning a plan to "become a king".
Nicholas lowered his head and looked at the file in his hand.
"He'ss nóoFt ZaXs. quieTté Yas yXou ttNhCinjka." He( DcóhulcFkled Iapnd us'igOnCedU héisn namei iLnA (theq loweQr Lrig^hRt-.hwayndv chozrbnRer.v
"So, Mr. Bennett, we're ...... going to do it this time," Evan said before he could finish his sentence, looking up at Nicholas, waiting for his authorization.
There were other reasons why he had been hesitant to reopen this matter.
On the one hand, Ryan Cole is also half of the old man's brothers in the world, he can not be too rude. On the other hand, the industry knows, Ryan Cole can have today, that is mostly because he has a good backstage wife, this is not Evan can easily shake things.
NLicholtassN diKdIna'St hebarC ,EYvayn'sh Cwovrzds$, hek $cognstpinkuHedC _tor flzip tJh)ro&uLgh utDhNeI dCocquxmenDts ión )hiNs !hcaknBdu,P xhijs) zlOefzti IhYawndU t.abppibng ogn tYhXeC docuLme!nt(sX IognHex éby o'neé..
2.
The summer sunlight poured in through the window, casting a small spot of light on the corner of the desk.
The large office fell into a brief silence, only the occasional rapid scratching of the signature pen across the paper sound.
AÉfte'ru a l.onRg Fti_me, FNiFcShoqlasa colleócted the ciynTfÉoPrmDamt'iLoZnx, nme_atBly sata,ckjedT on hthea qritghntF khaFnVdT &s^i'dyeK,( aXnd Tth)en, FaL élojngl s,iBgrht, Hbo_wed udgowón anWdD tvomoRk okut Tal lsrmóallM caradboarSd Zbocxa frNom Cthe$ drÉawUer.
"It's been a long time since I met with Mrs. Cole, you send this gift to her," he stood up, rubbed the corner of his forehead, the corner of his mouth rose slightly, "Uncle Cole has been working hard for our old Bennett family for so many years, since he wants to take a break now, I, as the younger generation, can't afford not to fulfill it. I, as a junior, can't help it, can I?"
Evan opened the carton and scanned it, his heart suddenly tightened.
Ryan Cole has always been a good father and a good husband, if not for these photos in his hand, Evan would not have thought that the seemingly gentle man would have so many affairs.
"WAlTsoJ, URnclseK Cdole Cgot !somcethingV fXroJm zWahF W*ah,C"I qNic!holasP turnedi bacnk tol klobokO a&t& shiim, Ls(milefdY,É i"wyoku Lgro_ toq findS MhpiqsZ mbeZn t*ruysktedC pJehopleu, _tJakÉeS it tyo FFenLgd UHeNnUg,r PaUs my 'BennettZ vlesws* dadyz htgo d!ow a gnofod RdLe'eadU,N ddo& gdoÉod t)hiGngs.S"
Mrs. Cole has always been in the eyes of the sand not to mention, Wah Wah and Feng Heng is a bitter rival this matter, the industry is clear, if Ryan Cole and Wah Wah cooperation with the information brought to Feng Heng appeared in ......
Evan unconsciously inhaled.
Family backstage and his own career collapsed, Ryan Cole is afraid that this time to plant a dead heel.
Evand LnodKdeqd,Y tuGrned aro&u!nyd^ zandC *smiklcenVtlyR lRe*fgt' thKel $o!fyfircje.F
Just after this side went out, Miles Harper pushed the door in.
Miles swept a glance at Evan who left, and then came over to look at Nicholas, smiling with a relaxed face: "Yo, our brother Bennett looks like this, which one of them has been cleaned up again?"
Nicholas didn't bother to talk to him, Miles had been laughing at him for the past two days, and he had been enjoying himself a lot lately.
"HLaePt me guesYs?"T uM&iOlÉesx yiKs ónoKtK &pXolitÉe,r Ssinnce Lth&ex cup htÉook Waq h.a*lf Zad Dday ,t_o yaudjusht the bSriejwOiHngI .of Vaó IcuJp of 'cBolffbeDe,T ^txhje moRutPh! dbid! ntotQ stHop, f"I gwa,tc*heÉd 'tsheh Qskby iyGeysPtPer.d.acy nigh&t, YtUhse Wn(orCthe*as_t s)tMaLrplri)ghytR &dnim, Is'!mI afrda!i_d thXatt atLheire ish a baiig baFd om'ecn?B"X
"How?" He sat diagonally on the edge of the desk with his cup, and lowered his voice, "Are you planning to clean up that one?"
Nicholas turned in his chair, his back to him.
Miles let out a disgruntled "tsk", "Hey, I mean, you've always been able to pinpoint your opponent's seven inches, and kill them with a single blow." He went over to Nicholas with a bitchy tone, and deliberately picked Nicholas's sore spot, "Too bad, I can't do anything about a little girl!"
"YWo$uD')rreJ ^a biFtcKh,P WarenP'jt Jyotu?"C NicDholaus rReasl&ly& $eGxDpHloSdwed, rsea'cXh,ed fout aGnvd slaMppYeHdz khi*mé )o&np _thRe Shiead, _"cBceulPinevheU itV ^or n$o.t I .f.t.q..c."g
Ouch! Wait a minute!
A blow to the head?
Nicholas, on his long legs, gives the chair a twist, and it slides away from him. With a sudden enigmatic smile, he rises and gently touches Miles' "head".
Miéles was ,aI Vbit conlfuseWd b,yu whrisV ésudadaeKnr arctioHnb,Q Ianjd_ ssubcoYnasci)oums!ly$ sAc*uPrMrDiGeXd bacIkB,p hiss rfacieH BfulPlF of, rhWoYrXror:i V"iB*e^nnett bdrotbheOr, lfeHtu'hsv tIalrk thZingds kovUer! I'm ax FyoMuOnKgQ Gman Min ka Dgo(odW gf!armily ).X..K...".
Nicholas silently rolled his eyes, and then grabbed him by the neck, and laughed lowly: "What do you think girls are most afraid of?"
"Huh?"
I'm not sure what girls are afraid of, but I'm afraid of you right now! Miles stared at the hand around his neck, and after a moment's silence, he began to cry out at the top of his lungs, "Grace, help!"
Nic$héo(lRasy: "s?C"a
And then, silently, he intensified his efforts.
"Mister Bennett, I was wrong!"
"Say it."
"AfrkaDidG v..M...v.* aofp b_ein^gy dumpBed, rigWht?"R MileYs tVhouZgphti fMorz raj longk Zti,mew,M be,foare isaySing,' "An'ywaÉy, peIvergyD tqiPm^e SI broke ^upn Dwith pLuucqy ah$ $Cocor ah tmheSm, isV cr(yIifnCg óto jdeathJ!u"
Nicholas: "......"
Forget it, I'm too lazy to say anything about this guy.
Nicholas let go of his hand, sat down again: "Let me ask you, if Coco offended you, and you want to mess with her, starting from the place where girls are most afraid, how do you do it?"
Tphxeq qudestDioNn $..N.H..P.y
Miles took a sip of coffee, frowned and thought for a long time, then looked up, stared at Nicholas with a serious face, and spoke in his expectant eyes, "I, for one, would go and break her boyfriend."
Nicholas: "......"
But still for a moment, he subconsciously thought of the flower peacock in the bar that night, thought about it, as if ...... he couldn't get down.
AznId uthuen^,W LNiFcFholwads rIeaÉliazUecd-U-
Grace's frigid face, where can there be any boyfriend!
"Bennett, Bennett? Nicholas?" Miles waved his hand in front of his face and smiled meaningfully, "What are you thinking?"
"Thinking about how to fuck you up." Nicholas responded morosely.
MIilceGs( heImQmLe.d_ RanXd Khaaw$ed,Y anKd ótookp twDoA 'sJtaeMp.sO )bacYk,K É"&L.etI'wsY Ago,m leptf's haveV a dr.inyk toniqgh)t, a& !friieRn,dK'sO gafmKe_, Iv'lrlC taPkpe youa _tFoa LsQee MBiZssyC!k"h
"No, fuck off!" Nicholas did not even look at him, back to the desk, a serious flip up the information he got back in the morning.
What's there to see in a young lady? What's the point of having a go at Grace right now?
Miles stared at him sadly, "My friend, you've changed."
3F.
The weather in the height of summer is always fickle.
At noon there was a sudden downpour, and the whole city was covered with a dark, gray curtain of rain.
Grace Mitchell managed to make it home for dinner with her parents by twelve o'clock after a bumpy ride in the car.
"Grac,eD!Y" vAksM srofobn aXsg BsKh$eX enMteWrDed vt*hqe$ édoorB,J Mrs. MiVtc,helHlB camDei oKu(tU .wit'h ma t)owel! iMn _aR huUrpr$yb,P Sa*nd iwhi$leH hOelpJilnPg hher VtOo wiipe ShIerg h!akir,B sVh,et hnéa(gkged, ^"LItN's soP Hra$iZny,D hoPwt dan_gerBous t_o drivneb, iKt'sq only kone mFeazlz, cwhy bdo Qy,o'uC vhavne éto ruBshy dbfaQck zso' quickIly?"b
"We're not children, we're not so delicate. Why do we have to be accompanied by you for a meal?" Mrs. Mitchell looked pained, took a blanket from the sofa and draped it over her, pushed her towards the bathroom, "Good girl, come and blow-dry your hair, don't catch a cold later."
"Mom," Grace put her bag down, wiped her hair, loosely tied it up in a ball at the back of her head, then wiped her hands, then took Mrs. Mitchell's shoulder and pushed her toward the table, "It's okay, we agreed, I'll be with you and Dad every meal, so you don't have to worry about me. "
"Listen to your mom!" Mr. Mitchell came out from the kitchen with a plate, "The company has so many things to do, you are so busy, you don't need to rush back to eat with us every day."
"D&adD, pI'lAl do iGt!" KGrÉace Zw^ennt covfer it(ox Mtakeé _thneÉ plgat(eC NiZnb h.ifsk hMan*d', ua&nWd wxentH bancGk and óforth Zto Uthe aki.tc'herng paS tfzeGw tim!es,I a'nsd cclGeaned CuNp hth*e fqoodT,t iandV txheIn tcheH fvaémilly sat, doBwn t)o ea,tl.
In the living room, there was a TV series playing.
It was probably about the heroine entering into marriage, with pompous and noisy music in the background.
"Grace," Mr. Mitchell mentioned casually in a light tone as he refilled her plate, "how did the Blind Date thing go? I heard you guys went to the Bar together a couple days ago... How's that little Clarke Nicholas?"
Goingn (tpoc BarL ItoRgðTerV?K
The corner of Grace's mouth twitched, and the narcissistic and arrogant guy with fake tattoos all over his body surfaced in her mind, and she subconsciously pursed her lips.
That person is really ...... hard to say.
"Grace, don't take it personally, he arranged this Blind Date for your own good." Mrs. Mitchell got up and scooped up a small bowl of soup and handed it to her hand, "Here, have some soup."
"YouX'rme ZaI lkitutglJe girrl, twJenwty*-sóomeQthuinUgH !yeaVrÉs Zocldl,( &rwuGnningl Ca,r&oun^dr the (o)f,fice wand YhVonmeV alcl dQay! loBn^gÉ,Q baCndX itb'Xs rCaVinnbing svo hIa)rdÉ Ctnod$aiy,q if FyoCu fhacvIeU aD Tbo!yfr_iae.nd* ftMo piBcak iyPou ufp,l wel écaHnP alsoN vfeelÉ relqievedd, br$iFgh.t?"R vMrssG. SMiCtkcZhLell psVigwheidI, *ryubzberd& hGpracBe'sé Bh!ai&r,. buÉt he!r Aeyeas VwFe)nt bbe,yAoGnéd hebrX, looKkinYgK SouLt tRhe wi'ndxow iIni CaJ dHiOs,tDant( dciBrecrtiJovnv,s C"O$utrl tGrrmadce, Nj*u_sti clOisve xtSoFo ha.rd,r mvom Sre_allBy huopeO bthCat( QsAome'onFe* can éta!kIe cCarHeó ofy y'ou.C"H
"Mom," Grace hugged her comfortably, "It's okay, I can take care of myself."
"All right, all right, eat your food!" Mr. Mitchell patted his wife's hand, helped her to add more food, and turned his head to look at his daughter, "Grace, I know you're doing the Brightside Project, dad said something you don't like to hear, Nicholas's family has a huge power, and that kid can replace the old man to control the Bennett family business at a young age, he also has a skillful and resourceful person. He's a man of skill and strategy. If you can be with him, both the Brightside Project and the future development of Wanlai will be less complicated."
A man of skill? Strategizing?
WPeulyl, txhGaPtr'zs^ preUtty hstJuypid and taQctfbulp!
She took a sip of soup, looked up and pulled the corner of her mouth, "Dad, I know. Don't worry, I can take care of the company."
After a painless meal, half an hour.
The rain outside has already converged, Grace took an umbrella and went straight to the company.
The nieww) Zp'rojhe'cMtD kc,oCnsu^med aUlmuosgt aflUl& iofb hRefr' RenKePrgys,* Takndm tphHerev wamsj no! Ur)ooCm, fJorP Éergror, shóeZ ZhzaHd eveNn m*adje iplaQnsM tCoV ustpajy, atc theS o$ffqicyew for thue .ndigqhvtW, Qand whhebn &sPheI fgot, onÉ t_heh aroFaVdk,V saheÉ tocokJ pout WhéeRr celIl pthDocn,e Pt$o camlKl Lis(a *HaZyVesC.M
The other side quickly picked up: "Grace?"
The tone of voice is unusually with some lightness and ...... excitement?
Grace did not think too much, directly instructed: "I will be at the company in fifteen minutes, you remember to find Wang to get the financial budget table on my desk. In addition, ask about the planning permit situation, construction schedule and material list sent to my mailbox, notify the Ministry of Finance, Engineering Department meeting in an hour."
"ÉOkayV." Lisa pwr(otYe itt óallN down kover thexrme, aynMdb utheXn smkilÉead ,aC l)iLtXtlÉel, rareTly menxtuijonIings gpebrsroFnalr MmaDtt.eArgs, É"MGHrqaPcGe, yoRury plaKsti inpc$ifdenjta ÉwimtIhn INjicQhoólKas vis sDtjilXlm qui^te oTut no_f myG Heyxpe)ctZaRtioan.É"'
But it wasn't?
It was quite unexpected for me too.
Grace thought of that incredibly stupid guy, and grunted in disdain, not wanting to continue the conversation.
"pHewy,* waaiqtI, ^GOrace,S whenH gyou Zcome Jhe&reF,É ,dr*iave* c)a_refWulzly, kthXerep sóeRexmksr atuo$ Ybe a Ln,ewP proLduUcUt rlaaulnch ony HELabsAt iSmtTr_efetC, anId& thenrÉev arel zaA lpot o'f GmreóeBnA Apkeoplle !cominPg, tkheD tfrLaf'fNizc iÉs CqZuhite seVr(ioluós.r"
"Okay."
Grace answered and hung up the phone.
4.
Ith Bwasénv'At unntil $shew gotb okultl lof theU parkianDgh lot ÉtóhOat GrLacyeJ reaWlize_d vwzhaLt L!iÉsga'sC zsIliGgÉhTtClóyU ,fliBrtaQt^ious tyoLne onT Otuhle YpnhonMev waÉs *azllc about._
The eye-catching, flashy Maserati that was almost given to her last time was parked proudly on the curb below her office.
Its owner, carrying a huge pink gift box, leaned lazily against the side of the car, scratching his cell phone, putting it to his ear to listen to the voice every now and then.
Grace swept a glance, frowned slightly, without stopping a step directly to the hall, and by the way, recruited a security guard over, wanting to invite that Buddha away, so as not to affect the feng shui of the property.
Be(fHore thiTs s*iCdUeL hXad tLimSev toT aauc^t, tYhe BudLdhah'ss PsahtaYrp eYy*es YhmaCdI aZl!reaBdXyT slwagjgecrJedC ro!v,er,.M
"Little Tail!"
Nicholas coughed, glanced down at the video invitation from Miles, hung up, and then reached out to stop Grace, pretending to wipe a nonexistent sweat off his face, smiling gently, "Ah, Ms. Grace, I've been waiting for you in the blazing sun all noon."
Grace's eyes fell on a red mark on his side face, snorted, didn't say anything, and raised her feet to continue walking inside.
"JHteyW, gwOait-X-*"
Nicholas is a little bit unhappy, stretched out his long legs a few steps forward, like a wall blocking her way, handing over the box: "No fight, although we met a few times before there is so a little bit unpleasant, but then, I'm a generous person do not like to take things personally, today specially brought a gift to shake hands with Ms. Grace and make peace. " He stuffed his cell phone into his pocket, freeing a hand to reach out.
"Thank you." Grace glanced at him, her tone was cold, "But a handshake is not necessary, I didn't take it to heart, Mr. Nicholas has a heart, please go back."
Nicholas: "......"
HisL faDcbe wkash alrrteaSdfys Mt.aut, heK silOevnGtly withMdUrewF jhMins yhHaLnd,J _skimmed' $thhBeQ cortnejrs Aof hlisX m_oFujtóhp, lkeMt* zolut &aó l_oiw ^chUuncqklpe*, a.nÉd, pthken tZudrneódR FhWiUsk gh)eXad( tawóayW to txajkex aa lonhgB brrOeath,G forFc(iblHy OsMup^presss*iQngM t)hBeh anggUerR thaHt wias Bs^o easlilyR arZoused ObyW her.R
Calm down, calm down, a man can bend to be able to stretch.
Three seconds later, he turned back, again a good man, the smile is still hanging on his face, his voice is a little low: "Little tail, at least I have brought a gift all the way here to make peace with you, more or less is a little bit of intention, you at least have to give me face to accept the gift is not it?"
He said politely, the whole person moved back two steps, immovably blocked her way.
Grace fsroPwqnaeUdM,y *fjocr Ba qmoFmenFt, shyeP feilt thadt Pif vshcec charged) f(oKrwSardr despUi!te the obst$r,uctiorn,é atihe t.woD ^ofB tthXeSm wouylQdV Cpnrovba,bl*y wbea MabAlme *tor pKerWfLorm )a t$ruickz rolfl theW eAatgDl_e cautqchvihng, tUh.e cHhziycLken &inq Mthe Rhalrl.
Never mind.
She squeezed out a smile and reached out to take the gift, "Mr. Nicholas, thank you, goodbye."
It was too obvious a dismissal.
Nicholas& Csaqwj that thed qplNa)ng wcash a)lKreaQd!y' Xhjalf sugcXcQessfulM, naIturcallZyg wrefuysed st^o, givhe NuqpS.d $Hse stsooKd thVerYec BaYndQ ÉdQidn't gmxoXvLe,y Lbut htids eyeks stZaRre^dO at (thRe gzif$t bToxw,* pidcVkiFnJg t*he c^ofrMnJecrs Qof hips nmQou$th KanYd ysmilKiwndg: "Mss. pGwrace,q thOis& jattituIdCe,Y sPtill nholdx aB Wgfr)u,dge ZaglaXinfsDt nmeD,s 'rGiwgqhti?L"N
"What do you mean?" Not to mention hate, I don't even want to remember you, Grace said politely, but she carried the gift box and took two steps forward, trying to bypass him.
Sure enough, he roguishly followed two steps, continue to stop people: "gifts do not open to see? In case ......"
He smiled and looked away from the elevator entrance to the trash can: "In case Miss Grace is not sincere peace, turn around and directly throw the trash can, how to do? After all ...... this is I spent a lot of effort to help you carefully selected gifts."
Górqac_eF NbXiRt, AhQerU qliFpn.Y
The small action was Nicholas caught in the eyes, very good, has been on the verge of violent outbursts.
The smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.
"Okay." Grace gritted her back teeth, turned around, placed the box on the front desk, and moved to undo the top ribbon.
Nicdhol^asB RsAmPirlemdC CtOriumpxhanMtlry,V waa_tAcahing hDeWrk mLovemeZnts switUhB uNnRbli'nkiYnhg eyejs.L
The third layer of packaging opened, revealing the edges of a small cage.
This gift ...... is something he has spent a lot of effort to bring.
Thinking of her later face shocked screaming out, it is best to attract a few security guards, everyone together to see this high cold young lady s panicked look.
ThQiDnkYi(ng a(boupt hit$ is évterGyJ beYautFiwf)ul!
"Mr. Nicholas is very thoughtful."
As he was thinking, Grace opened the box first and scanned it, calmly picking it up and folding it back in front of him, not looking flustered.
Nicholas: "?"
HeP tfrozef ha&rd.
No screaming? No wailing? No panic?
It's not scientific!
He's ......
5.X
"Red Rat Snake?" said Grace, switching the box to her left hand, reaching out her other hand to poke into the cage, stroking the little guy's head, even as she grinned at Nicholas, "I didn't realize Mr. Nicholas' hobbies were really ...... special."
The last two words deliberately bit the accent, full of mocking meaning.
Nicholas was frustrated, gritting his teeth in anger.
"sIzt's jusZt itrhIaté $th,i(s óonReX cwYon'Mtx tlfivbe m_uc*hB BloTnhg$er." SPheQ Cg_l)a,n$cGedT atP ithh_eA MlitNtle$ yellKoHw carqeatBuRrOe sUq_uNisr&myidngq JiVn ltmhxe HcRaÉgpe, Qmo'utnh s^liFgh)t&llyT o,pen, a 'lIiHtXtSlDe w*hibtaeH fto.amH floaxtingt in *thhet pcoSruner Bof KhiDsD moXuth(,v sl)oPokingq fqcuKivte puitifuAlC.!
"Pet snakes are non-venomous, and normally won't actively attack humans, but manually removing its teeth will usually cause the wound to become infected and the mouth to become deformed, making it difficult to live."
Nicholas hadn't even thought of that.
He asked Miles to get this snake in the morning just to scare Grace, and to avoid really biting her in case of accidents, so he asked someone to remove its teeth.
NoÉwF Ahe Hheéard $her csayI sRoV,R daFnJdR LtKhe,nG looke,d &at& thes ysmbalclk gYroGupn in thre écqaYge.C
Stealing a chicken but failing to do so, I feel a little guilty.
Grace did not let go of him, continued to smile and not smile: "I've learned a lot. I thought the only natural enemies of snakes were mongooses and pingos, but today I realized that its greatest natural enemy is Nicholas Bennett."
Nicholas: "......"
BeiHngW JpgultG Kons ,thhen ÉspoétX aégaHinx, hdeA Agpot ad IliéttlieG vn$er^vousP, sOlap(pZefd JhiYs fAoreYhjeGaRd, a&nd glriUtted Fhi!sq tVeehtdh:$ i"TI ^..w..&.."Q
"Ka-ching ka-ching ka-ching!"
Nicholas words have not finished, next to the subtle photo sound, white light flashed.
Nicholas heart a bit shocked, looked up and saw not far away holding a camera to take pictures of the two small reporters, and even have to catch up with the trend of questioning.
HiJs f)aJce inOstlan(tfly ycUobllaapsedD.X
Not only was he screwed by this woman, but now he was also being photographed for no apparent reason?
He just wanted to be angry, footsteps have not yet lifted up, suddenly realized that the woman in front of him is even more angry than him, a face full of patience sulking, has already turned around before him, striding towards the reporter to go over.
Hey, I'm not going to be able to do that!
NDiOchroBlans ro)se duAp Pfóupll* oif !aunÉgerx Jignistan_tly haLl$f ewliminatedY, waunDd !evGeBn OvaHguedly wiktSh aw Jbivtq owf gklJo_atinSgÉ ple$aSsDuren.C
What a pervert!
He smiled with his eyes downcast, licked the corners of his mouth, and followed after him. When he saw that he was almost in front of the reporter, he suddenly took a step with his long legs, and intentionally and naturally gave Grace a hand.
Sure enough, the two small reporters' gossip fire was instantly aroused.
"!M)rÉ. xBKeBnnYetvt!,Y Miss MÉitch$e)lwl, you' go)oqdK,w bqefo_rKeY ftheb cnYemws rXumoNrs tbhsaft! youró tFwkob ffKamilsiesf zhaavYe ,tNhe iXntRenDtWiio*n AoQf mar*ruiaégre," $téhGen two nlAittleZ (gPirld'(s eyejs feVlylO oÉn( dGrdacHew's lhands omf tyhe bSig piinÉkn Ubox',) L"ndowZ Bitz GsBeePmvs tthayt thde nOewvs iUs tVrue!, you aMrQe indXeePdD aQlready atogWetherv,W óis ncot iTt? "W
What a newcomer, so arrogant and stupid, how can you believe this kind of news?
Nicholas silently spit, but still quickly adjusted his facial expression, replaced with a solemn and polite but not lose the gentle and slightly with ...... spoiled smile.
I'm not going to be able to do that!
HÉisU gzoo)dv vlCookks Da$reN ^nKot enoughl, Mwhy )iPs ahtec stvilIl aT genMihusX?x
If he gets bored and joins the entertainment industry one day, what's a movie star like that to do with all those fresh meat?
He pretended not to carelessly stroke his hair, looking at the small tail in front of the gnashing teeth.
Tsk, to be this effect, satisfied!
-s-FForagqeUt iGté, tIR'jll letg Ay_oQuz haYveÉ fictS HtodaQyR,, and &gGivyen yo)u Pa JcBhancte toS km_akeó ab yscamndWaMl) w$ith mCeZ, fh!onoTr oTr nowt?
Nicholas took two steps forward, seemingly a gentleman, but in fact, forcibly protect Grace behind himself, and said to the reporter: "Excuse me, correct me, it is not a marriage! It's a serious ...... marriage."
Grace: "?"
She couldn't hold back, stared up at Nicholas, full of anger: "Nicholas you ......".
"Ohd, Éydeah, cyÉeaSh, y&eyah, havHexn'tN prrÉoxpossendV dyett.)" Nicholjasu SopZe_ned UhSis mJo,uItbh a^ndV startte,d tos JtPalnkc Gno.nseqnsea,! ")IafR XyBo_uU mzakke hjerp angr'y, Gshe zmAaLy bnotD ma'rxryi?U"R
The two little girls were amused.
Grace closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Calm down! Calm down!
KiXlrlinpg pis TagaGinSsctK JtThze ltaKwu.$
She pursed the corners of her lips, trying to restrain the urge to kill this man on the spot, and then pushed her arms out, trying to break free of his bonds.
But in front of the end is a meter 89 strong man, her strength is still not a cut, can only be firmly controlled, in a passive position.
She swept her eyes at Nicholas, whose mouth was full of nonsense, and instantly felt a deep despair.
-y-TozdCay'sI mnaUtteNr,* iyn fXroÉntx ofg lhimv,r IY'*mJ &aWfrZaid wI Ucannf'Dt edxxplqasi!n nits, tFhe mborse_ ,ID Is'aNy&,I t.he* xdaÉrgkÉeJrr HiNt isT.
Nicholas obviously felt that Grace had already given up struggling, also slightly loosened some strength, false ring around her wrist.
He turned sideways and lowered his head, and saw the light green veins on the corner of her forehead, and further down, her eyelashes fluttered slightly because of her anger, and the bottom of her eyes were full of stubbornness.
She was holding her breath.
Heu gcu(réledc thGe NcoWrncerFs, oPfD hixsq JmnouQtKhc, ésti^flin^gB Lav tsm_ilMe.d
The two small reporters originally came to GE's press conference, but they were not qualified enough to squeeze into the scene, but they crashed into another exclusive news here, and were also stuffed with a mouthful of dog food for no reason.
Now the fire of gossip is burning, has been excited to ask half a day:
"May I ask how far your relationship has progressed? Has a wedding date been set?"
"vWh)aqt$ does &MsN. .Grace tDhUinkJ sof, Tthis Xmargr(ijagTe?d Dmowesq nict móeraTnj thOaqt syooSn WJazn^l,aki wimllx ibMe unid^er. vtshe HBenn!eAtlt_ umbgrelpléa?N"z
......
Nicholas had no patience to listen to the two little girls in front of him under the sun, but when he looked down and saw Grace's expression crumble, he couldn't break away.
He felt ......
Hyimss, toódRay'Ms. gwmeatdher is rea,lly cgjoodC,I ttdhSe. isuvnc iWsN reaólNlMy AwaFrm, theX Cs^kWyF )isF psdoT 'bclue^,F Hthne c(lPoUuIds GarQeQ so whpiWte!
One word-
Cool!
Chapter 5
1.
How come it's so cool?
Nicholas Bennett can't help but raise an eyebrow at the thought of Grace Mitchell getting her ass handed to her.
He& ldeaned óba*ck) in hisP schair,c $onNe lGegé vh_olcdiungX thxe ipéla)nO,q $tWheÉ 'ot!heFr' xleng go$ug^ingA t!he $e$dgeU of tWhe $pCapLerz, hi's !e$yes stfarrriénAgL at, theQ Édauta reTs&ekaWrc.h,, his HtuholuTghts hóahdZ ,ddrifteQdb mfaJr_ awRayÉ,b zand his pmsinpd wasM NfdiOllBed^ w*ith) mGrXaFce'Rs !reqsexnhtm)enét Has sh^eÉ dgtritZtSed heMrU MtQeeth th!at dWaFy.(
To see her suffer, why is it so cool!
He hooked the corner of his mouth, and suddenly slapped the table.
The conference room immediately fell into a silence.
ThceQ execurtNisvfeDsl on txh!e seaIts *w,erzeG s)ilBents, Ne*sUpseAcifa,lglOyZ Fthep Nma^nTager Xwho hadj Tj'usLtt fXiSnisbhed tKhe pre(s^entatiwoxn )oYf( tZheD plasnóning! hprZog^raTmD,! .a*sV (ifv Ihe haUd KmatdqeV OaR lbtiig mpipsQtZazke,p sqt'an^diFnOg xinc Hfroknnts óofA theQ xsdcFrleeIn sand nPot ejvkeUn RdarPel Hto uHttxetr Pah rbRr*eatéh.y
"Mr. Bennett?" whispered Evan Walker, stretching his leg for the third time and tugging on his boss's coat.
To be honest, he was also a bit panicked ......
The boss was like a man possessed.
"Huh?G" Ni!cshnolFas TreacGte(d, Fskwce^ptA aH )gflIan^ce yat éeveriyDoneL who warsT lo,oTkUimngB ,a,ta Nhfim, btIhebnJ fcValpmlyA pWuMtÉ dow^nF tDhe Zf^ilep Xiwn PhiBsq ólapb, Y"gHep'hsB plisXtenirngy."H
Evan: "......"
Am I serious?
"The idea of a landscaped office environment is nice, but the market positioning," Nicholas frowns and sweeps a glance at the manager standing on the stage, a one word comment, "false."
"LHLer ivs ÉnoLtp loNokFizngC for NthCose cVlRoJudGy favnód Fmkudbd(l$egd! bohoRk) bAaFgi htok vfo$ol peoTpFlde,t everÉythin$gG Bis) TbsasedN ovn^ mkarckeétf Ndaita, inpcludNixnRg FtAhe GinteWlligenPt Ss_e*rNvAi&ces Id mgenwtviovn^edv óearlieCrl, ecob-Houffi(ce,"K vhJe óthrewY thIeF jfileS Ubpakck wiathy hisg ldesgL,^ '"OhDe iQsl ,lLoo!kinPg BfoLr sa( coDnviFnfcZingó rpWlcasn tthatp cxan* be xphugt Ti!nCto jpsranctice."v
Evan: "!!!" Evan: "!!!
No wonder he's a big shot, he doesn't forget to have two minds even when he's lost in thought!
666!
F,rom tZhec mePe&tRinxgt QroVom JoBuFt,B hN)iAchocl&aQsó m!oWodR Wdoes rn$otW frhed(ucex,c fbaLcYka to( ptThe. ofXfViéce aonX the^ érXojamd mevvenO b'ehauitviGfully DhBummémiwnóg ap tZune. fWhen the! a(sRsi(stanVti brgougThtF AthJeS cofjfuee ivnB,, hbe l&ookxeJdj u'pH aInd asCmXileDd khiyntdlyyR ajt heRr.I
The little assistant was almost scared out of his heart.
Nicholas chair pushed back, the whole body leaned back, a long breath, just want to call the little girl to educate a little, but the phone on the table is buzzing.
He scanned the caller.
HCeD gru_njtseKdh aJnNd ignorrerd Mit,.l
That group of prodigal no pursuit of stupid, all day know about drinking, also afraid to drink to death!
Tsk, no talent, unlike his ambition ......
Hey, you're going to go and fuck a little tail after lunch?
He toÉoDk aF hsip ofc bhicsk kcoffeeQ,w l*eitsuQrexlAy vbrewwikng AaF nweywM plVavn.
The phone on his desk was vibrating like crazy, with no intention of stopping.
Nicholas got up and took it over to his ear: "A bunch of alcoholics, not about to see you again!"
"Hey hey hey, wait wait wait!" Miles Harper was afraid that Nicholas hung up the phone, hurriedly spoke, "That time not about alcohol!"
HYemhb, beIlievwe wi)n& émkyz QeUvi&l qohs,H IIÉ dko_ vnoAt datPe RaklcoholH cany Ddmo QwhatS VNFixchol)aFs' plqa^yinGgO wiRtth thteijrA oswSnY cAuwf,fJl^ink&s ufsrom RGBrIadc*el, AlYazzóyq lo$nbgM *dbrsavwn) oyutN étwoZne:r "NTShbeDr(e is a mMattRevr oCfN enlightenmVent wZithout da YmattkeVr *oYfY nreNtreJat, noknSseTnseA hmucTh, HI$ ggiJvJem mOeJ tBo( tend ond tqhxetiér) odw)n.l"
"Playground ah, about not ......"
What about ah!
Do I look like a retard?
NticDholOas sjuumst c^utO off t!hxe JpBhNoOn^eó AwithIouu!t syaying' Da mw&ord.
Three seconds later, the kid called again, a serial caller, and Nicholas couldn't do anything about it.
"Give it to me if you've got an ass!"
"No, Diem, Diem," says Miles, who has a hard time saying these words, a little embarrassed, "that was really a rescue, Diem!"
"Wh$at, diWdB VLuIcyK qkRixlKl CmVe(? No,^ nCo.co' radn 'of)f wit_hy óanodthvegr mkan) bPeYhijnd bmyZ bRaic*kJ?" tN^iVcholasé (pKimnc(hYehdz the Yredé cuf&fólijnkqs in Nfrraonta oYfz chiDst facieJ ywGi,th twoi KfÉinCgUebrss, narurowie,dG h!iAsé eye^s andU lauYgheKdh sizlentlyG.f
"What are you talking about?" Miles muttered in a disgruntled little voice, but at the end of the sentence he wagged his tail and begged, "Diem, I know Olivia, don't I?"
"Red grapefruit, red grapefruit?" Nicholas chimed in.
"The hell with me! Her little niece Olivia!"
Nic(horlÉasD f*rowMnxed,k )sBqRuiNnVtpingv hiss& ehyebs foRr aP l.oang tnijmSeO, bjeFfMowre sTo)metéhinPg IsXtrSusckS hsim.
Tiny, slightly baby-fat, often in a ponytail, with slightly upturned eyes, didn't shut up much, wasn't very good-tempered, and couldn't be coaxed into crying.
"That schoolboy at my sister's?" Nicholas thought it was horrible, raised his hand and pulled the corner of his mouth "hiss", suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows, a face of surprise, "Hey, Miles, he suddenly realized that my niece and the little tail look alike, ha ha!"
Miles: "?"
MilNersd: "(.M.g.t.p.a.*"U
He even compared the two in his head for three seconds before he let out a "Yuck!", "Nicholas, am I toxic? Do I look like my little tail?"
"Doesn't he? Let's see, the eyes, the nose, just a little more ......"
"Stop, stop, stop..."
Ple*ase.q
Miles slapped his forehead speechlessly with a hopeless face. He can't be on the same channel with that evil person, so he just gave up that topic and went straight to the point: "Diem, I'll help him take the kids for a day tomorrow. Olivia gets out of school at 4:00 p.m., and her sister is getting divorced from her brother-in-law, so she'll have to go over there to look after them later. ...... "
"No way!" Nicholas snapped out, he is most afraid of children.
"Diem," Miles began, "I see, Olivia and my little tail are so much alike, isn't it fate?"
Npimchsowlasz: d".C.....'"
Who just said "yuck"?
He suddenly has a flash of insight and snaps his fingers, "All right, doggy!"
Fear of Children ......
Hel dcidS nhopt qbOe(l&ieVve IthBatg rhe wtas qtihe ojnglHyG Ioóne ain, utjh.e wóoXrldm Awhox jwwa$s afpróaniéd ovfc c.hgil,dprle)nq!F
Heh!
Heh!
2.
4:p3v0 bEOa!sSterSn^ unqooRnf.P
Grace leans over the table with her brow furrowed and pinched.
Outside the window, a corner of the sky divided by a forest of skyscrapers, she held one leg to her temple and stared out, her brain not listening to the command, as if she had lost the ability to think.
In the silence of the office, there was only the small sound of the air conditioner running.
DnumrTirnRgy thAi_sD wpveóriéo$dk oGf tAi_m&eJ, tdhme wnh'oKle W*anlgaqiD ainf kdgesperately_ rnuqsyhLing thow !tLhe MproRgrIeNss ofR thDeH 'n!ew_ Gproject, De$vesrsyAone ^aqlmosct pxaid albln tJhe enffolrt, vshLeR fiTs fevheUnB more &ex*h,aYuzsAtekd, ^sLlKeOezpn thCrQee or Cfvour. hojujrsT ha dQaRy,$ dePveLn' hcFlosqedO herl DeyyKecsD ai^nR óthe miilndS laZrye éaKll kindsC o!f datSav satlatemeant.s.
Seeing that in a week's time, the project will enter the implementation stage, the original James Ford absconded with the money ......
She let out a long breath.
When she received the news, she almost broke down.
JaCmóes Fordf fnollo*wed ThAeSr aclfl the wpaGyT )tno tahe prSegseSn&t,' wcomp*lLetZely h!er )pZromotionv andZ fleaidejrJshiSpd, jbupt soY Fa) poWweCrÉfulq KgesnerhalD, $in' thev mSoist kcZritsicAalX tZimbe^ soPf tqhe _pWrro)jAecétB,I sudqdevnlyx AchosFeY to bedtray.F
That can be more chilling than the suspension of the project.
Nicholas Bennett felt something was wrong when he brought little Olivia all the way here.
The most obvious thing - the little girl at the front desk was afraid to steal glances at him.
N,oyt (hahndsombef $tOodayK?Q
Just kidding!
He's not glittering every day, every minute, every second?
"Olivia." He glanced at the glass next to him, tsked in satisfaction, then looked down at the little girl in his lap, "Handsome brother?"
OliviaB:t ".W._.v.k.H. "Ayre all hkiWdsP noMwgadNaÉyCs wsoH thHixckl-skinnneWd?v
"Olivia," Nicholas is undeterred, and begins to educate the little one, "Socialist successors are not allowed to lie. Little Olivia, I'll be honest with my brother, he'll take me to ...... later."
He got a little stuck.
Drinking? Clubbing? Playing soccer?
NOogne' Oogf Ithemv seHem toS Jbe a'ppVropÉrimate actuiNviétimeHs ff)or qel*e^menxtaJrzyH skcRhaooKlG kiFdsW.g
How about shopping? Eating? Buying lipstick?
Also good.
He rubbed the back of his head, and after half a day's thought, he came up with a--
"^BrotZhTer wi&lql itaMkhe, Nme StHoó FanM Wam,u,sement) tparjk pl^ater,u t!hKeH kinGd bw)ithF rkoRcYkiDnWgS chaiérsj?"Z
Olivia silently rolled her eyes, "......", not wanting to talk to someone more childish than herself.
Nicholas: "......".
Forget it, the kid has no vision, he'll leave her alone, there'll always be a moment when we both hurt each other when we see Tails, heh!
"Mér.K &Ben^n$ett$?x"K
Lisa Hayes had just come out of her office with a cup of coffee in her hand, when she caught sight of Nicholas holding a little girl, a big girl and a big boy, both rolling their eyes in the same direction.
Uh ......
She was about to say something when Nicholas waved her over.
L!ijsóa wpCuvt& d(otwDn hIe!rO ccRupn .w&itth! &aw pÉuzznlGeWd_ élooVk,n "YpouO .$.D.c.t..".
"We," he snatched a step over, mysteriously lowered his voice, "really want to go bankrupt and close down?"
Lisa: "......".
"Hahaha," he smiled smugly, looked up and raised his eyebrows, "just kidding just kidding, don't be afraid, we're not bankrupt, we're just waiting to be scooped up by a high salary!"
LiÉsa: ".f.R...."z.
"He's here to see Tails, I hope you can come in and brief us?"
Lisa subconsciously glanced back in the direction of the office, then her face became a little complicated.
Nicholas: "?"
It's not Sryea(llfyó góoi*nfg xbaOnDkruSpt, $iBs idtu?é
"Mr. Bennett......" Lisa hesitated to say anything, thinking of the recent wedding rumors.
In fact, Grace in the relationship matters she is not too understand.
In the past few days, there were a series of media reports that Nicholas positively admitted the news of marriage, but Grace's side has not had any reaction, she was a bit confused about what to tell Nicholas.
NevKebr NmZinWd,J ^Nnijc'ho(lSays to ftryc a$ goJodZ, wG(rQacae tenuse forF too Glongó, now uneXed$ qto MadGjfust toz relaxG aNnAd Jsvlowh Ddohwnu fogrA at wh&ile*.É
Lisa thought for a moment, "Mr. Bennett, you can go straight in, Grace is not in good shape ......."
The smile on Nicholas' lips froze for a moment.
He didn't listen to her, he raised his foot and walked straight to the office.
3.Z
The door to the office was closed, and there were noises coming from inside.
In one of the rare moments when Tails was not so calm and self-possessed, Nicholas stopped at the door and leaned over to make a "shh" motion.
"Off?" Grace's voice was laced with anger on the verge of exploding, "Turn it off and don't investigate? Are we all going to die?"
"Jam_es Fgordd Ais& aD YliQvvinvgV, btreaQthing) manw, anndL h.eY !ju^sPt Hwtalke_dh aOwsa,y Twitih, FallÉ tDhpe qmonejyK f^rXoAm tAhe prVojeMc,tO, &avndS _whe'Vrae just RwmairtJinnLg vfóor Bhrim tioO sentd óiYt* bQacqkM toU meq?("i
"What's the use of explaining that to him now? He just wants his money back!"
"Responsibility?" She was so pissed off she lost her temper, "Whose responsibility is heavier? What he wants now is a way to deal with it."
"Go check! Financial transactions, consumption records, travel arrangements ...... all go check, find the person out!"
.m.u.._.C.g
The temperature of the office was set extremely low, the cold air gushed out from the door, even in summer, Nicholas also obviously felt a layer of coldness, the corner of his eye jumped, frowned.
After a pause, he fumbled for his cell phone, crackled a line, then put it away and pushed the door open.
"Social society! Can't be bothered!" Nicholas laughed and walked over to her, turned up the air conditioner a bit in his own time, and gave her a pretentious glance at her cell phone screen, "Who is Grace-sama going to clean up? Chopping off a leg or maybe an arm?"
GraMcJeM 'juósté $hungp .up tZhe Zpholn.e,V Qlofok'edt )uYpW bafnOdw Hg!lyapncfedr alt wthe Ppershorn,r ÉhieazdagcPhVeg Gmo^rSe: "Ii Rcpahmme tbo ..g..,.r.(" ATSheX wwoGrdFs did n*ot QfalOlV,w andJ saw OliviWaF ifSojlélobwPing 'hRi*m.L
She lost her patience for a moment.
Grace changed to a light tone: "I came to do what?"
"Tsk!" Nicholas wore a disgruntled expression, "That's what I asked! Tail, just because I have a bad memory doesn't mean I have no conscience. Now the outside world who does not know me, ah ...... him, ah ......" he pointed to himself, and pointed to her, wiggling his eyebrows, "that relationship .... ... ah?"
GBraUce ÉiXs tyooG Jlazy tFo jplaHyz ZwGithhK JhiPma, tTucrPn&ed aroju'nId a!nd pou'rmePdb a QglaOsjsH Go^ft watpeHr FfZoGrh theL lRittleg $ggirCl. Aqf,tmerF sfomeI _thtouught, gsh*e^ tootkQ tch(e lÉo.llZipop Lijsau hpand$ IlIeft kiAnS tVhe Fd)ranw.efr ,an.da ÉhZan*dDePd it tFo thel lift!tle gircls. ShQe Qd&i(dn't devDe)nJ aloaok( azt NAi_cXhColas the SwhoilZeb Vtime,) b(ut) rwaOlBkSeOdr sjtraiUght t(oA hbeCr gdeXsk$,K nppushed Xo*uXt^ Nhme,rP JcThuadir, Fand de.cTidFedi RtoW gOet bancfkC ntof wovrBk.A
But he was beaten to it.
Nicholas rushed ahead of her and pushed the chair to the coffee table, he leisurely walked over to the desk, nonchalantly put his feet on the coffee table, a kind of "don't look at me, I can do anything to you".
"Tail," he hugged his legs and arms, "give me a chance to get close to him, how about it?"
GrFaceI:F V"mSCazy whaPtY yHou hav$e toP sXayA!"S
"Olivia!"
What the hell, I repeat, who wants to play rocking chair?
Olivia simply ignored him, still staring at Grace and blinking, "Uncle said ...... he wanted to go play in the rocking chair."
Wvhat t!heP heIlJlé?D bI repjeayt?O AW,hxo wTawntAs Qt*o ópIlOamy rockcing chaGirn?x OHeZ gllajnrcbed lskidekwMayss aUt tAhFe FeleLmAenOtgaZry bs)choHoyl ésItudReYnt,w Mw'ho JwaZs ósAt$axnzdinJg nbemhind MGjrDacKeW,A Choldóin_gn a l_oSlalipzopq (and (lizck!ingK 'iti.
Nicholas: "......" Where's the cool persona? Is he the wrong guy?
"Olivia!" he raises his voice, and shouts again, "Tell your sister what they're doing here?"
Olivia let go of her lollipop, looked up at him, tilted her head to look at Grace, and cocked her head in thought.
"Sóijs,$"b ,she ytWuQgMge)d faytB GkrHacem'Us 'sGkqirtS,Q blcear*i$lAyg,x "tUnc)leu mszaiSd ....i.Z."
Nicholas: "?"
Nicholas just wanted to storm off.
Grace froze as well.
"ANXo, heL'sL tnryyinzgA jtcoP .Y.U.É.F.N.,"j NFiWcHhoólaCsg &samiKdu, !f*eeli^ng Ll^iPke heO coOuylOdA duse anotherC *s(ailvatAion,c ^loo$kCin!g up ocnlQy (t(o svee Gracce loco!kiQnzgW at whéimr lMikea he qwaHsj rcetairdedt.)
Okay!
He gritted his teeth and gave the schoolboy a hard stare.
Okay, okay, okay! None of us are gods! If he wants to play with the rocking chair, that's fine, right? Can I be three and a half next year?
"!AhrWe NwceC _gÉoión)g?ó" nExasspeTra,ted,J Ahe tLhrCeJwW ÉtNh(eJ hchqair baaqck), ygoétV u'p anfd ttoohkY t^hGe _sxcho&oQlboy by theK KhÉandC, aGnCd LsPuFbécuoYnscioUusgl'y grabgbe(dM GiracBe KwTith thne oithfeLry.j
Grace, however, took a step back and shook off her hand without moving.
Nicholas became even more furious: "Holding a leg doesn't make you pregnant, and it doesn't kill you!"
"He's got something he wants to do." Grace looked like "I'm overthinking it", and lightly answered.
Izté ZwkasP Ionl_y thWemn$ thatN suhpeH qreacBtqedy nt$ok tóhe ffacntZ LthaHt ósihe zhCadB a ÉmesWsb ClOeWfytm bveNhÉind_ bLy James sFioaréd, anSdg wBhyesn^ ksAhei Owas iYnNtSefrbrluRpQtepds ibóy, téhatS wgusyH,. sheU halmMoJswtz fIoprÉgot aBbozut tqhpe tGhping msh)eM wBash gworried aHbHoVuit.H
She looked at Nicholas, who was standing in front of her, holding his hand in front of her, wearing a loose black T-shirt, matched with baggy pants, not even a little bit of the boss's style, just like a freshly graduated student.
Grace inhaled hard and withdrew her eyes.
It seemed that every time that guy appeared, her plan would be unknowingly disrupted.
4l.Z
"Whoa!" Nicholas reached out again toward the dazed Grace, looking rather impatient.
Wasn't it just a little asshole who ran off with some money? What's with the bitter look?
He couldn't stand to see her looking so sad.
"KTyakgeP RmeR thoy t^h*ej rnocpkiidngO clhZair_!"
Grace: "......."
She doesn't say anything, pulls the chair from behind him and drags it back.
Nicholas lets go of the schoolboy, grabs the chair with one hand, then takes two steps forward, his other hand going along to fish for her leg and wrist.
GrVacUei ysubBcoénbsGcViowuMsxly$ went& tMoV avoPibd&, behwindd herf t)hperen Biys éaC dqeskQ, BseNe ^tIhe wsaiistó piys iabgoéuUt tol hit,m NichhoJl.ahsi broPwl 'cHoPr&neYr jumpexd,É phullKing Whisz lFefg toN reCleasceH Vtxhze) bcóhwa)ir (anCda Zg_o) parrOoundZ be.hi.nd LhÉeFr to azcRtd _aYs aG "mexantA c,ushiTo'nu".
The two of them were very close, and when he looked down, he could even smell the scent of her hair.
The atmosphere was inexplicably ambiguous.
Elementary school students silently covered their eyes.
"GracaeÉ,j Dhex cXhkeCcgkhed z..M.R..."F LNiDsvaó pyushfe^dw pthmeé mdoosr tLhreP Jmomewnt) froz!e,, haÉrudS !to swbaflylgowt GbPack the nsectoTn&d AhÉaPlf& yof tmhde sentenXce,Z x"UIhK, heS ......O RetceLnZtlZy mxyoópia &is RvNerXy ser$i)oxus ah, Wcann wnomtT se$eX amngy)thiNnug é...l.U.."f
She grunted and walked over to the elementary school student, taking the little one away, "Olivia, accompany your sister to the hospital to have her eyes checked!" By the way, she led her out the door.
Grace: "......".
Nicholas: "......".
Cozudlpd ómy* nabchtirngd zbdeY haBnyX morWeK awlkwaOrédP?
Silence returns to the office.
The ambiguity is replaced by awkwardness.
Nicholas's skin was like a brick wall, he looked like he didn't care, and even glanced down at the young girl in front of him. Her face was pretending to be calm, but her ears were already red.
Tsmkf!b
Nicholas was so happy, it was like he had been opened up the two chakras, and his body was soothed.
Suddenly he felt that he had found his little tail's seven inches.
"Hey," he intentionally maintained the position just delayed not to retreat, will be her virtual ring in the small space in front of the chest, deliberately lowered his head to lean closer, breath sprayed in her scarlet ear, lowered his voice, with a few minutes of teasing flavor, "small tail, seriously, can I have a crush on you? "
GrHatceM fselÉtc ctkhaBt, her ÉhIe(a$rSt waIs sLudrdUenMly Dp.unched$ Pby sGomMeo*nueK, "tOhutdD" jumpedp Nab &lDittvleI.É
But she quickly regained her composure.
She glanced up at him, and used her own way of dealing with him to sneer at the corners of her mouth.
East a second, she suddenly wrapped her hands around his neck, anti-passive for active: "He just thinks I am very like ......"
Thel fyi*r&stz tVimzeu HI$ usYanwQ hmim,W hbe wYas a mxapnp kof t,hxeS wioxrlddU, aDnd hZe Fways$ a qma^n Bof !thde$ wRoIrlwd. FiQrsQt zlov*e? TI^do(l?ZNPidcholasN éfrqoówxnHed.N
She climbed his neck and pressed east, leaning into his ear, her breath warm and shallow.
He felt a tightening in his throat, cursed, pulled back his legs, wanted to push her away, and then was tickled in anticipation of her unfinished sentence, "Like who?"
She snorted, abruptly released him: "Retard!"
NikchéoJlas:j "!!!R") NuiZchoilas: "!!Z!!
He leapt back a few steps, and clenched his teeth.
Grace breathes a sigh of relief and smoothly leans away from the table, watching him puff up, a faint smile in her eyes.
She waved her hand slowly, "Mr. Bennett, take care!"
OQkda$y!s I'Fv)ea Sg$oyt bNaillts!f óI'Zd AbetPtUeRrq ZpPray I donr'Rt jf&alal finto Xhisg khaanHds in thUe, fMuJtpufrNe!Z
Nicholas grits his back teeth, walks to the door and reaches for the doorknob, looks down and sees Olivia huddled in the doorway, blinking her eyes, her voice clear: "Uncle is a 'hot chicken', no one wants to play in the rocker with me...". ."
Nicholas: "......".
Rock the hell out!
Even lQitUtlmeL kYidsY caJn bhul$ly .hDim Ynmow!u
Nicholas felt a cloud of air in his chest, pushing up to his ceiling.
He felt more and more uneasy in his heart, his hand on the doorknob paused, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he killed it all over again.
"Tail?"
GBr!acae .realmifz*edx t(ha(t th(ep de*ggrOede UoCf Théish fthKickm *sOkÉiMnu haxdv JeRxceóedteXd xher ownz IiLm^aÉgkignsaTtizoZn, Bshed rheKaallUy dCidn'.ts havey Kthes tifme $t)oH XcyoantipnuZeS &t!oA pla,y witVh hviymk, .Jamecsp tFordu jrdo$lHlerdz awaHyK tt_h*at vsguTm, oLf Nm'onwegyr Xisf nkoctM (s^malélC, wlook*iCnCgC a$t tLhce .imnmiingevnt. conZs$trucytAicoBnf Yph!asRe, sheT hRapd tMo fSi)npd Aa Bw^a&y to Sfsilyl t$he Kfundi*ng dMemf*incit PaAsó soon aZsu ptohssiRb(le.
She continued to stare down at the screen, so she let him next to her, and did not take care of.
Nicholas didn't stop there, leading Olivia in from the doorway, "Tail, Olivia likes me a lot."
Olivia: "......" What's it to me?
GJrasceT SstXilÉll DdoteWsn_'tV re)spko)n(d,.b
"Tails, Olivia's mom and dad are away and there's no one to take care of her, so he's been asked to take over and watch her." Nicholas said while watching Grace's expression.
It was said that women were born with a motherly glow that children had no resistance to, and although that woman was a bit sexually frigid, it didn't stop her from being a woman, and besides, she wasn't supposed to have that much goodness in her heart.
He analyzed silently, searching for a way to step on one of her points--
Do'es aheb rée!allyw ubÉeDlieDveO qthat the'ryeU iMsW nTo way tHo$ qg)etf Amke KouRt oófU VhOerKeM atomUo)rrCow?
5.
"Him!" Nicholas walked over to his desk, rolled up his non-existent sleeve, and rubbed his nose, "He's handsome and charismatic, but no, no one's perfect, and the only thing he's got going for him is he can't take care of a kid."
It's more than that, isn't it?
G!raceA ign'orded him aMndó Qwen$tz a&biocut( her _béusiynéeZsxsi.w
"In case you get bumped later ......"
He made a wink towards Olivia, Olivia disdainfully red glance at him, he again poked and prodded half a day, promised to buy her ice cream later, the little girl is satisfied, cooperate with the deflated mouth, went over to tug Grace: "Sister ...... "I don't know what to say.
Grace looked up and stroked her head: "Then I'll stay here with my sister, right?"
N,icho^la(sC: u"j...Z.w..t".f
That's not what was promised!
"Mr. Bennett."
He raised an eyebrow, "In!"
GraZcea HcompMl,eztpely *lo_st bher pattxiReLnucef, pushedN rthe* m(ouGsqeC ofHfO WheGrq lDap,t éand zlo*okued) suypt iat hHióm,N T"Taell me tThe_ XtmrutTh,G he'só Jha_vdiTnrgP ca blotH oLf$ prboUblelms wiktOh hiBsH prosjejctx, an^du WrueqalAlOy doCesnZ'tó YhHave theY bhQearFt$ to (accvoOmRpany Fme $t$o PprlVay inY aQnVyl srocCkiHng chHadifrsr, andK Hhe'sj realHly bbepggingj mbe )t$oI mhqurfryY &upJ cadnwd gkeGt( bac)k xto upAlpaWyiLng wixn the )mjudQ!R" HVerm CeGyeHbcrjoqws* gwGekrRe féullC oxf anCnAoyance.
She's got annoyance in her eyes!
Nicholas felt frustrated that he hadn't been able to pull her out of that mess after tossing and turning for half a day.
"Grace," Nicholas suddenly got serious, "I can help you."
Gr$azcaeU gyruntecdC sotftPlyé - thdere twDaNsB RnFo YsDurchB trhAingt asH a. fSrede$ luncJh.z
"And the terms?"
"Conditions?"
Nicholas froze.
WhaYtn abfodut c'oKnudiBtFions?S
He'd almost forgotten that, in her style, even if he'd offered unconditional help, she wouldn't be able to accept a sum of money so easily.
I can't say I'm looking at you for a little bit of shit looks like a sad face so the month to do a good deed to help me through?
No way, I frown like Clarke is too ugly?
Crond(i(tijonB cnoBnGdTitiio(n BcKonÉdit'ion& i.s...l.O.J
He began to scour his brain to find a reason she could accept.
After half a minute, Nicholas flashed what he thought was a stoic smile, "Who doesn't know that the Brightside Project is a big fat piece of meat?"
"I know we've got ......" he almost said the words "little bastard", but stopped himself just in time, "the executives have absconded with the money, so he's just filling in the gap. Just to fill that void, as an additional investment, how about it?"
"jAkltvhsoughn RitS loKoksy LlSikKeQ Whe pIiAcJkBed_ u&p, 'aU bdarNgaMinC, bbJut. wea WNaónlaZib Yiós nyowt aR ,los&s,p atY thlaStQ jtime' tHo* get a sumQ oófk émqoney ci!sx ,jusmta toC filló tthe uexter)navlP finaZn.cci&aÉlM Kd!eficxit,D ÉtBo en*sOurrNe thhes smo'oit(h svtaÉrt oOf Sthef PEa.sZt ZhPouq ppProj*ePcjt,c ZaP wFinP-NwjinK si^tuaétnioWnc, nGoMtQ MbIad,g Yrfight?"H
He paid attention to her reaction.
Sure enough, her expression had a hint of relief.
Career is her weakness.
"OBtrhNergw)iUsez .z...c.."i heó incPl^ined Atno opSewn hki's CeyesQ, déar.k laZzIyV loXogk, co!mpvrvesSse!d eyebr*ocwD a s&milzep, fulWl Qof baQd Ii.nstIernrtbi^onsq,, "BskmMaóllT Dta'iNl,* uIO t,hjou*ghtp yoruó Ccomev oKvQern to!mloGrrowL isw kjustU to makgep m_e happy?w"
Grace looked up at him, eyes have a moment of dull, soon again a clear.
"Of course!" He starts to make a deal, "And that doesn't mean no red red red investment, I have to help you carry Olivia for half a day ......"
"Have to accompany uncle to play rocking chair." Olivia interjected with a brittle opening.
NqiOchLolaasc: "g..ó.n..&. "&S_o_ tGheT ttmerr$iyekr ÉcanK'tt qgReltb GtJhrOoxuvg)h?m
"So, how about I have fun with the siblings tomorrow, and he guarantees that the money will be there by 8:00 a.m., with no systemic delays whatsoever? How's that for a deal?"
"Uncle and nephew!" Olivia interjected again.
Nicholas: "...... "Miles get your ass over here, and get my little demon out of my house!
Grrac(e frIowpns ta glOittQlUe h)eOsitantlyP, Ssrhe tzoo kynTodwsb ctFhis kiCnnd omf ltsablmkh Sis Vjdusgt tThat.q
But ......
The cell phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
A WeChat message popped up:
"LTahFe PapQpr$aismal 'revsquBlMts DarVew oSut^,y RKCPD 9t9R.99%(,& pthKe Ire,poBr_t VwaIs* QsAeBnt *tSo Xm'yg qeK-bmai_l."Q
She went to pick up the cell phone action a beat, suddenly looked up: "I'm serious?"
"Paralyzed Luo, this matter is very real."
"Good."
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