Warm Married Life: Mr. President Loves His Darling Wife Chapter 128 - 127: Why Should I Help You?

Originally, Damian Sinclair, who hadn’t even looked over, finally raised his head and looked this way. He muted the video, "When did this happen?"

"Just now," Special Assistant Lawson replied. "I took Ms. Acker to the tea room and then ca over to inform you."

"Okay, I got it," Damian Sinclair unmuted the call, "You all continue the discussion." With that, he stood up and left his seat.

The executives in the video were instantly bewildered. What’s going on? The eting was only halfway through, why did President Sinclair just get up and leave?

Special Assistant Lawson turned the computer towards himself with a smile, "Everyone may continue the discussion. I will make a complete record of the eting and give it to Boss for review."

Damian Sinclair strode out of the office, heading straight for the tea room.

The secretaries and assistants exchanged furtive glances at his retreating figure.

It seems that Ms. Acker’s identity is not simple. Boss imdiately ca out to et her as soon as he heard she was here, a courtesy even Ms. Bea doesn’t get.

"Hey, do you think that girl is Boss’s girlfriend?"

"No way! That girl looks so young, almost like a student. Boss’s girlfriend should have that goddess vibe, right? Not like this."

"Could she be a relative of Boss’s?"

Everyone speculated, but with Damian Sinclair’s usually so low-key private life, they couldn’t figure out what his relationship with Bella Acker might be, no matter how hard they thought.

Bella Acker sat in the tea room, head lowered, nervously clutching her backpack.

"Click!" The tea room door opened, and Damian Sinclair walked in.

Bella Acker abruptly looked up at him and quickly stood up from the sofa, "Damian..."

Damian Sinclair glanced at her, turned back to close the tea room door, and locked it. He then walked over with his long strides and sat on a single chair beside her, "What do you need from ?"

He actually knew very well why Bella Acker ca this ti, but he still deliberately pretended to ask. First, to start the conversation, and also because he was unhappy; he was still upset that Bella Acker didn’t first think to find him when sothing happened, but went to Aurelian dia’s Fatty Lloyd instead.

Besides, he didn’t even have Bella Acker’s new phone number, while Fatty Lloyd got it first. How could Boss Sinclair not be annoyed!

Bella Acker tightened her grip on her backpack. She had made up her mind when she ca, but after seeing Damian Sinclair in person, her resolve seed to vanish instantly.

The tea room was obviously spacious, but ever since he walked in, it seed filled with his distinct presence, making it hard for Bella Acker to breathe.

Damian Sinclair sat in his chair, watching Bella Acker’s conflicted expression, not rushing her, seemingly patient like a seasoned hunter waiting for his prey to fall into the trap, calm and composed.

Bella Acker pursed her lips tight, and after a long pause, finally looked up, "Damian, I... can I ask you for a favor? Don’t worry, it’s not hard for you at all, it might just be a matter of a single word. Can you help ?"

"Why should I help you?" Having patiently listened to her, Damian Sinclair asked.

Bella Acker looked at him in astonishnt, then lowered her head in embarrassnt, her fingers reflexively tightened around her backpack. Right, they have nothing between them now. Why would he help her? But... but besides him, she really didn’t know who else to ask for help.