Amanda was quite beautiful. She was especially so with makeup which made her facial features clearly-outlined. In front of her, I couldn't help but feel a little self-abased. I subconsciously covered my face with my hands and shook my head. Amanda smiled and said, "I am Mr. Cowell's newly hired secretary. My name is Amanda." She reached out to me and said politely, "Hello, Mrs. President." When she called me Mrs. President, she emphasized it.. I shook her hand with one hand and covered my face with the other. Amanda said coldly with her arms crossed in front of her chest, "I wonder why Mr. Cowell takes a fancy to you? You're just an ugly woman with a distorted face." Although the incident yesterday made me feel a little diffident about my face, I didn't flinch at all in the face of Amanda's provocation. I leaned against the sofa, put my hand down, and said faintly, "You are so beautiful. And you have a good body figure. What's the use of these
I looked at Patrick in a daze. And I had no idea what he was minding. Patrick violently dragged me to the car, lit a cigarette up, and took a deep breath. Then he said, "I seldom see you cry. But I saw you crying for Seth. If Shelton dies one day, I guess you will cry for him as well. But if I die, I'm afraid you will only say 'oh' with a poker face." His words made me stunned. I had never thought about this possibility. "What if Patrick dies one day?" "I have never thought about this premise." The car slowly started. And soon it arrived at the residential quarter, which we had passed by just now. I glanced at the name of the residential quarter, which read, The Most Powerful Family. The name matched with the residential quarter quite well. Each household inside was completely independent, including the front yard and the backyard as well as two parking slots. In City Y, even if it was in the Third Ring Road, such a community was rarely seen.
My words probably gave Patrick confidence. He hesitated for a moment and then nodded, "Okay." His brief answer meant the greatest forgiveness for me. Seeing him go upstairs to pack up his things, I followed him up. Seeing him taking out his shirt and tie, I said, "Well, if you are on a business trip in the future, I can help you pack up your things." As soon as I said that, I regretted it. I didn't intend to stay with Patrick for a long time. And I didn't have to take care of these things. Originally, I spoke gently. But Patrick heard my words. He came over, took my hands directly, and led me into his dressing room. Then he pointed to the items of clothes one after another and said, "These shirts are for work on usual days. And these shirts are for formal occasions, such as important banquets..." He pulled me and introduced all his clothes to me, including the shirt, the cuff button, the tie, and the tie knot. After he finished listening,
However, when she saw Patrick's expression, she immediately adjusted her expression, went forward, and said in a fawning manner, "Mr. Cowell, Mrs. Cowell, I'll help you get your boarding pass." "We will do it by ourselves." After Patrick finished speaking, he took me away. Amanda, who had been discouraged by Patrick, dared not to express her displeasure. We entered the waiting hall. Patrick and I sat alone in the first-class lounge. After a while, Jeremy came in and looked at me, saying with some embarrassment, "Mr. Cowell, it's true that Miss Archer has 51 percent of the shares of Archer's Group. And..." Speaking of this, Jeremy paused. Patrick raised his eyes to look at him. Jeremy continued, "And later, although Archer's Group didn't make any further big move, it donated money to some hope primary schools in the name of Miss Archer." "What?" I was stunned at that time. "Who is this person? What kind of great philanthropist
I felt warm-hearted in my heart. I knew that he was sincerely doing so for my sake. If I wanted to go to the banquets, he would prepare a gown for me. If I didn't want to go, he wouldn't mind. "Thank you, I, I won't go there." I was grateful to him for the fact that he took my feelings into his consideration. But I didn't want to cause him any trouble. Soon, the waiter was done with putting away the clothes in the locker room and removed the hanger. Judging from the series of movements, I realized that the business trip this time should be very important to Patrick. I'd better stay in the room obediently. Patrick didn't force me, "It's up to you. You can do whatever you want. Don't think that you will trouble me." He went into the house to change his clothes. I looked at his back and felt a little strange in my heart. I recalled our wedding night. The man, who had pressed me under his body and said that I wouldn't be even worthy of
Amanda wasn't short. And she was dressed in high-heeled shoes. But the man who was tugging at her was clearly much taller than her by quite a bit! I estimated that the man should be taller than Patrick. I followed them quickly. As soon as I reached the crossing, I heard a muffled sound. It seemed to be a sound of a punch on the flesh! "You bitch. Didn't you say that the message surely was correct?" A strange male voice sounded. It sounded cold and severe. Even though I didn't see the man, I could feel his terrible aura. Then, Amanda said in a trembling voice, "Sorry, I, I indeed got it from Jeremy's computer! I saw that Jeremy printed it out in person, sealed it up, and left with it!" "I shouldn't have believed you!" After the man finished speaking, there were a few more muffled sounds. It should be that he was beating Amanda. "Ah! Stop beating me! Roger, Roger!" I heard Amanda cry out as she begged for mercy, "Give me one mor
"Okay! I'll be careful." My heart was full of joy. Finally, I could accompany Patrick to attend the event. He had said it several times a few days ago. He would be happy to see me like this, wouldn't he? When Amy was packing up his things, Patrick came back. As soon as he entered the door and saw me, he was stunned. I smiled and walked to him. I took the initiative to hug him, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed his lips. Then I blinked my eyes, "Am I beautiful?" "Yes." He quickly came to his senses and lowered his head, intending to deepen the kiss. I credited my perfect face to Amy who had been busy for the whole afternoon. I couldn't let Patrick ruin it. So I quickly pushed him away and said nervously, "Don't, don't destroy my new fake face." "Ahem." Amy coughed behind us. To be on the safe side, he told Patrick what I should pay attention to. Patrick just nodded as he heard his words, "Okay." I chose a gown, sat in front
I subconsciously covered my face and said, pretending to be calm, "Amanda, my face is somewhat injured because of some previous events. So what?" "Is you face somewhat injured? Or greatly injured?" It made sense that Amanda was saying so. With the incident yesterday as well as that today, I had known where the weakness of Amanda and Roger lay. I tried my best to calm myself down and said with a faint smile, "You care so much about me. Is it because you think that your body figure is better than mine and that you are prettier than me? In the end, Mr. Cowell didn't fall in love with you. Instead, he fell in love with me. Are you unwilling to accept such a fact?" ...... She didn't speak. And I continued to say, "The reason why a smart man falls in love with a woman, of course, doesn't just solely lie in how much silica gel is stuffed in her chest. After all, a woman with much silica gel in her body will be mentally retarded with ease." "You!" As A