Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

“That won’t happen.”

Winnie was very nice, moved from another bed to Charles White’s side, the cool Margarita face is less than thirty centimeters in front of Charles White, crooked head smiling at him, glowing.

So close, Charles White forgetfulness, pretending that he could not help but raise his hand to touch Winnie’s face.

Point to point, Winnie suddenly draws away, the hem of her skirt are revealed to be dry.

“But you’ll have to make it up to me, whoever you think I am.”

“You’re hitting on me?” Charles White frowned, his expression offended.

Winnie didn’t hide it either, “Exactly… I’m getting back at you because you got me wrong in the first place and you’re special to me.”

“Revenge or seduction all you want, I’m not going to move on you.” Charles White clicked on the already screen-saved computer and started working, not looking at Winnie again.

Winnie shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands in an indifferent gesture, grabbed her clutch and left the room.

She was sure Charles White would come back to her, after all, the end was a new beginning.

Only by tearing away the hazy layer of obscure feelings would it be possible to go further, to make Charles White abandon his nostalgia for Margarita and pay attention to her instead.

The sound of high heels stomping away in the hallway, Charles White exclaims.

“A clever and conceited woman indeed.”

On the other side.

“Pop!”

Shelly swung the ashtray off the coffee table and pointed at Jim Grant’s face, cursing.

“I married you, what a bad luck!”

Shelly felt that her life was ruined because Jim Grant had asked her to drink with an investor for the sake of an investment.

Jim Grant puffed on a cigarette and swallowed it, his face turned away and impatiently threw the butt into a teacup.

“It’s just for you to go with, it’s important to me! Whether or not I can get a foothold at Empire Group depends on whether or not I can pull in this investor this time.”

“Just you? Matthew Grant is not down, you still want to stand firm?”

Hearing his wife say that he was inferior to Matthew Grant, Jim Grant laughed heartily and crudely pinched Shelly’s face and turned it to face himself.

“Then I asked you to sleep with Matthew Grant, you do not go? I don’t know you, but you’ve been trying to get into bed with him every day, and you’ve been acting like a virtuous woman.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Get out of here!” Shelly pushed Jim Grant hard and sat on the couch with a lot of hate in her heart.

If Blanca Roach hadn’t been there, she wouldn’t have married Jim Grant and suffered this kind of anger.

Jim Grant is also fed up with Shelly, two months into the marriage, the woman is thinking about the small-minded things that women do every day.

Either fall out with her cousin, or find ways to get him into trouble.

“If I hadn’t gotten someone to block that little number on Weibo for you last time, do you think you would still be able to sit here and play temper with me so peacefully?”

Jim Grant inadvertently saw the surveillance in the computer room earlier, found Yvonne such a person, went home and told Shelly about it, and she got a bad idea again.

Yvonne’s reputation really turned on Blanca Roach, but Blanca Roach was lucky to be unharmed.

When Matthew Grant looked into the matter, Shelly was still logged into the account without knowing what was going on and was almost found out.

Shelly pulled the corner of her mouth, disdainful: “That’s all you’re good for, you bring it up every day, if it wasn’t for that Winnie, Yvonne would have gotten it. What use are you?”