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I looked at Patrick, wondering what he was up to. But I was so naive that I thought he would leave after the meal. So I obediently did the cooking and then called him to have meal. The dining table in this room was a round one. After Patrick sat down, he patted the chair next to him and said, "Sit here." ...... I hesitated for a moment and sat down by his side as he said in the end. At this time, what I was thinking was that I should satisfy him so that he could leave. I sat on the side and watched Patrick having meal there. He finished one bowl of rice. Two bowls of rice. As he asked me to help him get the third bowl of rice, I asked him kindly, "Do you eat so much for dinner now?" Patrick did not respond. I didn't ask any more questions. And I could only fill another bowl of rice for him. After dinner, he said that he wanted to deal with his work using my tablet. I dared not to refuse him. After giving the

How could she change her attitude dramatically overnight? And it seemed that my guess yesterday was proved to be right! Someone was guiding Ronald's wife on what to say and how to do. I looked at Ronald's wife and asked her, "There are so many people in our company, most of whom are women. How can you know that I am Charlotte Archer accurately?" Hearing my question, Ronald's wife suddenly panicked. Then she stared at the ground and paused for a long time before saying, "You, you look bad at first sight! Who else can it be Charlotte Archer?" I looked at the policeman who came with her and asked with a faint smile, "Police, she is so powerful that she can see who is the bad person at a glance. Do you want to consider recruiting her as police?" "What do you mean?" Ronald's wife was anxious. She stood up and pointed to me as she scolded, "It is you who harmed my husband! My husband is healthy. If it weren't for someone who did something to him, how could

"I'll tell her." I found what he had said ridiculous. And the most ridiculous thing was that I had been trying my luck with Patrick, thinking that he would get angry because of me. I thought he would care about me a little bit. I looked at him and said very seriously, "Mr. Cowell, the identity of Mrs. Cowell makes me lose everything. I have nothing to lose. So, can you please let me go? I beg you." Standing a meter away from me, Patrick looked at me as he knitted his eyebrows deeply. He didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he said, "I'm tired. Let's talk about these things later." After that, he did not leave. Instead, he took out his computer from the suitcase and began to work in the living room. And I hid in the master bedroom and looked out of the window. Thinking back, I had been Mrs. Cowell for so long. But it seemed that I hadn't enjoyed a happy day ever. That night, I received a phone call from Seth.

I muttered to myself in my heart, "Don't forget what he did to you in prison. Don't forget your child who died. And don't forget that he turned a blind to Caroline's evil deeds..." ...... I seemed to be paralyzing myself and making myself more and more determined to go on pretending. Otherwise, the defense line I had been setting up with efforts would break down overnight. I didn't eat anything and left Towering High Group by myself. When I came out, many employees were still enjoying their food. When they saw me, they were whispering to each other. It seemed that they had seen Patrick go out just now. I couldn't care that much. Then I quickly left Towering High Group. Instead of going home, I went to an Internet cafe instead. I figured out my resume using a form there and began to send my resume to different design companies one by one. By the time I finished sending my resume to almost all the design companies of a certain scale,

In fact, I could relate to the client. After all, a person had died in his new house. And it was true that he couldn't go on living there. The house was a villa with a market price of millions of dollars. For a small-sized company like Seth's company, which had just been operating for a few years, it simply couldn't afford it at all. If there was a lawsuit, it would be more difficult for Glorious Seth Design to establish a foothold in the industry. And at that time, it would be on the verge of closing down. Hearing Angie's words, I couldn't be more guilty. Anyway, Ronald Weil's matter started everything. Angie got her coffee and went to the construction site. I took a car alone to Glorious Seth Design's office. When I went into the office, I found that nobody was at the front desk. In the office where I used to stay, nobody was seen except for some computers in several compartments. It seemed that the designers who had worked there before