At this time, the other two judges finally couldn't stand it anymore. A man stood up and introduced himself, "I'm Tommy Winston." Mabel said to Tommy respectfully, "Mr. Tommy, I'm sure that both of us know each other." ...... It turned out that he was Tommy Winston. He was the founder of the most famous magazine related to internal design domestically. And he enjoyed a great reputation in the industry. Looking at the man, Tommy said, "I can prove that he is Lance Harris. He and I are old friends." "Well..." All of a sudden, Mabel felt a little embarrassed. While she was thinking about how to apologize, Lance Harris said on his own, "In fact, she's right. I'm not Lance Harris." As Mabel heard his words, her eyes lit up. She thought that she would have hopes. As a result, Lance Harris said, "My real name is Ryan Teague. If you study Archaic Architecture Sect, you should know what my last name is." After he said
At this time, I was standing on the edge of the swimming pool. Ryan didn't let go of me directly. Instead, it wasn't until he dragged me to the lounge chair on the shore that he let go of me. I tried my best to shake my head so that I could be soberer. Ryan stood beside me. And I heard the sound of Patrick jumping over the fence. He walked to me and said, "Get me a bath towel." "No need. I, I'm all right." I quickly got up and said to Ryan, "Ryan, thank you." Ryan was about to walk into the room. When he heard what I had said, he looked at me. He stared at me for two seconds before saying, "It's fine." At this time, Jeremy had taken out a bath towel from Ryan's room and said to Ryan, "Mr. Ryan, I'll use a bath towel from your room first. And I'll ask the waiter to bring you a new one right away." "Take it away." Ryan waved his hands and walked into the room on his own. Patrick took the bath towel over and put it on me. H
Ryan was indeed sharp-tongued. Hearing his words, I couldn't say anything more. I wondered on the side as to what I should say to him before leaving. Ryan didn't seem to notice my embarrassment. So he continued to say, "You're so young. In fact, you're smart. But you don't think about how to improve your skills and insist on turning to these crooked ways. No matter how rich he is and no matter how many connections he has, it's his anyway. If he dumped you one day, what would you have? You have nothing left!" I stood next to Ryan and looked at him in a daze. He was right. His words even made me feel like my father was talking to me. And based on his age, he was about the same age as my father. Ryan held the sunglasses that he had just bought in his hands, put them on his face, and turned his head to me, "Hey, take your computer to Waterside Restaurant in the west. I'll tell you what's wrong with your work." "Huh?" "Hurry up!" R
At this time, I didn't have time to bother with Mabel at all. I could feel that there were a pair of cold eyes behind me. I stood still. And I felt chillness down my back. Ryan didn't care about what others would think of him at all. After that, he took the shorthand notebook in front of her and went out. As I was standing there, I heard the sounds of leather shoes rubbing against the ground behind me. Then Patrick passed by me and walked to the front of Ryan. And he said politely, "Mr. Ryan, this competition is organized by us. We have the responsibility to send everyone back home safely. So she can't go with you." "Why?" Ryan raised his head and looked at Patrick, "Do you mean that she won't be safe if she goes with me?" "Yes." Patrick wasn't evasive at all. Ryan stood still. He looked at Patrick from head to toe and laughed out loud, "Young man, could it be that you think that I, an old man in my fifties, will do anything to her?
After getting off the plane, I found that there were few call logs on my cell phone. Besides Lisa's call, other calls were from the real estate agency. I called Lisa first and told her about the situation over the past few days. Then I called the real estate agency. When the staff of the real estate agency received my call, he was so moved that he was about to cry. He told me that a lot of people had checked my house. One of the clients said that she was willing to pay me all at once. It surely was definitely the best solution for me. The real estate agency and I made an appointment suitable for both of us. After hanging up the call, the real-estate agency went to contact the buyer who was willing to pay me with the full amount. Soon, he called me back. And we agreed on the schedule. When I got home, I put down my luggage and changed my clothes. Then, I went straight out of my house and visited the real estate agency. After I
Tracy immediately said, "Based on the current market situation, let alone two years, we can't even make it after ten years." "We surely can't afford to pay one million dollars monthly with ease within two years." The two of them said one after another. The standpoint of theirs was clear... They wouldn't pay anything. I felt a chill running down my spine. "How about this?" Tracy looked at Jeremy and said, "Transfer Mom to a hospital at the Second Best Level where the price of ICU won't be so high. Then we can hire her a guardian with higher pay." Haha, they indeed made a good plan. I would pay for the hospitalization fee. And they would pay for the care fees. The monthly pay of a caretaker was only two days' cost of the hospitalization expenses. But I had no choice. I didn't want Rosy to be stripped off the breathing machine so early. Jeremy agreed with Tracy's idea. The two of them immediately made a phone call and
After Jeremy slapped me, I felt that half of my face went dumb. I didn't feel strange about his change at all. I struggled to stand up straight, covered half of my face, and said, "Cameras are all over here. If you want to go to jail, go ahead." "Give me the money!" Jeremy scolded, "Let me tell you, if my company is finished, I will turn off your grandmother's breathing machine as well as drag you down so that we can die together!" At this time, I felt my cheeks were heated in pain, thinking that they probably were swollen. I knew that Jeremy hadn't cared about whether Rosy was alive or dead early. The reason why he let Rosy drag on was that he didn't want to be judged by others as someone failing to fulfill his filial piety. I put down my hands and looked at him fearlessly, "You've messed up the company by yourself. You're the one who's incapable. As for my grandmother's breathing machine, if you dare touch it, I won't let you off the hook!" When pe
Tracy seemed to feel that I was looking at her. And she also looked at me, "Why are you looking at me? The one inside is my mother!" "So why did you insist on turning off the breathing machine hurriedly before?" I exposed her without any hesitation. Tracy's face was a little unnatural. After struggling for a while, she let out a long sigh and said, "Now the Archer's Group indeed can't make it. Ever since my mother got sick, those shareholders have been so frightened that they are in a mess. If I have money, I surely will pay for my mother's hospitalization fees. Our company is going to collapse. Those employees have been following us for more than ten years. If the company collapses, they surely won't even be able to support their families!" I threw a sidelong glance at Tracy and said nothing. She looked at me as well. She seemed to be afraid that I wouldn't believe her. So she pulled her Hermes bag and said, "Do you see this? It's fake! I indeed sol