No, it won’t happen!
Monica Usher composed herself and returned to the vice president’s office, feeling quite hungry, she reluctantly ate a tea egg.
She comforted herself that it was just anemia and that she’s been a bit busy with work lately.
After breakfast, Monica felt uneasy in her stomach and had a craving in her mouth, especially missing the taste of Lydia Ingram’s cigarettes.
But there were none at ho.
So, she got up and walked into the president’s office.
Joe, who was reporting sothing to the president, stopped talking as soon as she entered, "Good day, President Usher."
Monica didn’t even glance at him, her cold eyes were locked onto Lydia Ingram. She walked straight up to him, "Do you still have the cigarettes you gave ?"
"What’s the matter?" Lydia raised his eyes and asked patiently, "Finished them so quickly?"
"Do you have more or not?" She asked again, clearly not interested in talking.
Lydia twirled a pen in his hand and spoke directly, "These cigarettes are expensive. If you’re giving them away, then no; if you’re smoking them yourself, then I do have so."
Monica replied blandly, "I’m smoking them myself."
Lydia gave Joe a look, and Joe turned to walk to a coded cabinet, opened it, took out two packs of cigarettes, and walked towards her, "Here you go, President Usher."
Monica took them and turned to leave, without saying thank you.
Joe felt a bit awkward.
Lydia wasn’t bothered at all. Even without Grace White, Monica would never escape his grasp.
Morning at the graceful Erald Cove.
In the master bedroom, Mia Lane dressed in a skirt, fastened Justin Kingston’s tie, who placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, "Your technique is getting better."
"You’re not bad yourself."
They agreed, she ties his tie, he combs her hair, for a lifeti...
"Today’s new jewelry launch will definitely be a success." Justin embraced Mia as they walked downstairs.
Mia turned her gaze and gave him a blessing smile, "Absolutely!"
After breakfast, the chauffeur opened the car door for them.
Justin and Mia got into the car, preparing to head to the company...
At this mont, Finn Morgan and Hailey Hale had just gotten off the car, in front of them was a charming small villa.
Their eyes briefly t, then they held hands and stepped towards the living room.
"Good morning, Special Assistant Morgan. Good morning, Assistant Hale." The man at the door greeted them politely.
Finn asked, "Is everyone up yet?"
"In the middle of makeup." The subordinate couldn’t help but complain, "Won really have a lot going on."
Soon, Lydia Ingram’s nine ex-wives lined up to co downstairs, each dressed up as if they were going for a date.
Hailey Hale, feeling awkwardly embarrassed, thought these aunties were way too trendy.
Finn held her hand and looked at these won, "You’ve been eating and living comfortably these days, have you all gained so weight, little aunties?"
"Special Assistant Morgan! How can you say that? Won are very sensitive about their weight!"
"Why call us little aunties? Are we that old? We’re only in our forties!"
Although they protested, there was so affection as they’d had several encounters with Finn, and quite liked him.
"Alright." Finn didn’t want to waste words, "If you want a last payout from The Kingston Group, it’ll depend on your performance today."
Hailey suddenly showed interest, turning to him, "Shall I take the lead on this?"
"No fooling around," Finn whispered to her, "Lydia Ingram is not to be ssed with, just sit back and watch the show."
Then he gave the ladies a few instructions, handed things over to the staff, telling them roughly what ti they’d head out.
The most bustling economic center in Riventhal is The Zenith Tower, opposite The Kingston Group.
Today, the jewelry launches for both companies are being held here, with invited dia signed in and entering the venue.
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