Seeing Caroline, the party got involved, left, the remaining middle-aged women dispersed as well. I took a step back and kept a certain distance from Patrick. Looking at him, I said, "Mr. Cowell, thank you for being so kind to me. From now on, you are my brother-in-law as well as my boss. We'd better not have any contact in private." After that, I walked out. I didn't hear Patrick's footsteps behind me. Feeling a little lost in my heart, I knew that such an answer from him would suit the situation the best. I would find it the most desperate thing if he gave me any further hope. As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the hospital and waited for a taxi, Patrick stretched out one of his arms to the front of me. I lowered my head and saw a pink-diamond-necklace in his hand. It was the birthday present he had given to me before. My heart ached a little. And then I said, "Mr. Cowell, you don't have to do this." Patrick only said t
The sky was dark. And I didn't recognize who it was at once. When I was about to ask who it was, the man took a step forward. With confusion on my face, I asked, "Roger Lance?" "How could it be him?" "What are you doing? Do you think I liked to pick you up in the middle of the night?" Roger's expression was similar to mine. He took out the key of his car, pointed at a high-end sports car not far away, and pressed the key. Then he said, "Get on the car quickly. I have to attend a party later." "Thank you. I can go back home by myself." I, who didn't have a good impression of Roger, didn't want to stay with him. Roger didn't bother with me at first. He got into the car by himself. And I arrived at an intersection, intending to take a taxi. Then Roger's sports car stopped in front of me with the roar of the car's engine and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Get into the car quickly! If my brother didn't ask me to pick you up, do you think I would
At that time, I was a little unhappy. I turned to many lawyers. And every one of them believed what I had said, saying that they could defend me from the point of view that I was innocent. However, Sharon actually felt that I was guilty, thinking about how to cover the crime up for me. It made me feel that he was unreliable instead. I got up and said, "I think there's something wrong with my communication with you. I'll find someone else to deal with this case." After that, I got up and intended to leave. "Oh, don't!" Hearing this, Sharon immediately stopped me and said with a smile, "In fact, besides the compensation, if you are willing to give me more money, I'm willing to put up with the trouble for you." Seeing the way how Sharon smiled, I suddenly felt more and more strongly that he was unreliable. I responded honestly, "Lawyer Sharon, to be honest, based on my economic situation, I am not rich. I indeed don't have much money for you
The one who modified my work marked a small circle in all the parts which he modified. The circles were petty marks. The circles were drawn in a slightly different method, that was for each circle, its two lines weren't sealed. Instead, they were slightly detached from each other, making each circle somewhat like two connected letters of X. When it came to drawing circles, I only knew one that had this kind of habit... It was Seth Hyde. When I thought of him, I felt my heart tightened. "Shouldn't he be in his hometown? And last time, he said he wanted to operate a company in his hometown." "How could he be in City Y?" "And how come he could help me modify my drawing?" "How could this be possible?" "However, if it weren't him, who else could it be?" "Based on the skilled drawing style and the accurate judgment, who else could it be if it wasn't Seth?" I couldn't be more confused. That day, after I got off work
"He is my boyfriend." I smiled faintly to cover up the guilt in my heart. "Really?" Seth looked at me. And the look in his eyes indicated clearly that he wasn't convinced. I hesitated for a moment and stared at him firmly, "Yeah. Why did I lie to you? He is very good to me. And I am living a good life now." Seth frowned deeply and looked at me with a pair of clear eyes. Although he didn't say anything, I was already a little guilty. Even so, I added, "It's true. I am living a good life now, a very good life." After that, I pulled back my hand and entered the subway station. I knew that this lie of mine was like a piece of paper, which would be exposed at any time. But I didn't have any other choice. Because I wasn't worthy of Seth's kindness to me. My life continued. After that day, Seth seemed to have gone back to his hometown. And I had never seen him. Ten days later, the first trial of my case began. Jerem
...... It turned out that Roger was driving Patrick's car. I remembered that there were many sports cars in the garage of the bridal chamber Patrick had bought for him and Caroline. But he never drove the sports cars at ordinary times. Seeing that I didn't move, Roger said, "Aren't you also a common citizen? You should be very good at handling this kind of thing. Help me deal with her!" The way I saw it, the index of Roger's emotional intelligence was probably a negative number. How come he, who was asking for my help, talk like that? I rolled my eyes at him and said, "No." Then I was ready to leave directly. Roger pulled me with one hand and said, "Don't leave, don't! I'll give you money! 500,000 dollars! What do you think of it? If you settle this matter for me, I'll give you 500,000 dollars!" ...... The onlookers were stunned. " 500,000 dollars?" "Oh my god! The rich are indeed different." As the ol
Because I went to see Michael in the afternoon, some work was put off. And I had to finish all my work. When I raised my head again, I found that the daytime had passed and that it was already in the evening. Although I couldn't see the sun from the office, I could see the golden sunset glow in the sky. I looked down and found that it was already past 7 p.m., which meant more than an hour had passed after the time for getting off work. I clocked out and got off work. I stood in the elevator, planning to have dinner at night, go home to take a bath, and then go to the hospital with a laptop to see Rosy. After that, I would continue to work on my design. When the door of the elevator opened, I thought of a person. Patrick Cowell. He should have left, shouldn't he? He surely had left. I guessed that it was impossible for him to wait for me here for more than two hours. I walked out with my bag in hand. As soon as I reached
I called subconsciously, "Patrick Cowell?" After I finished my words, I regretted it. But he heard me. And he looked up and saw me. It was dark. Although I couldn't see his eyes clearly, I heard that he laughed bitterly. Then he said, "I didn't like you calling me by my name in the past, hoping that you could call me Patrick. Now, even though you call me, I am happy." "Mr. Cowell, why are you still here?" For no reason, his words made my heart tighten. And there was a kind of faint bitterness lingering in my heart. "I, I don't know either." Patrick's voice sounded a little disconsolate. Then he stood up and asked me, "Where are you going? Do you need me to send you off?" "No need." I didn't want to tell him that I was going to the hospital. "I'll send you off. After all, we have met each other," Patrick said as he walked up to me. I saw his face clearly. Although it had been only a little while since I had seen him just now, I felt