NovelEnglish“Impossible!” They panicked. The scene where Catherine signed the contract appeared in their mind.
In disbelief, another man echoed, “We saw her sign it personally. After that, we checked several times, afraid she might have missed something.” “We didn’t lie, Mr. Eastwood.” The man in the lead looked into Leslie’s eyes, which were sparking anger flames.
“Where is her signature?” Leslie gazed at them icily. He only cared about the result. “Tellwhere her signature is.” All the men recalled what had happened the previous night. Catherine picked up an ordinary pen and signed her nin black.
They could still remember her writing.
However, she didn’t look resistant when signing the contract, nor did she go through the conditions carefully, which was the only abnormality.
“Mr. Eastwood, well...” Aman was puzzled. “The contract cannot be switched. | kept it in my safe. Besides, all of us saw her sign the contract personally.” “I did. Her writing was beautiful.” Listening to them, Leslie frowned. His chest heaved up and down. Then he took over the agreement and took a closer look at the blank.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSuddenly, a man asked, “Did she use a pen with erasable ink?” His words attracted others’ attention, but he wasn’t sure as he just made a wild guess.
“The erased ink has two types. One will vanish under the heat; the other vanish after a certain time,” he explained, “My daughter has such a magical pen.” His words seemed to reach the breakthrough of their questions.
“After practicing calligraphy with such a pen, the characters will be erased in ten minutes without a trace.” The office was in dead silence.
Evidently, they were fooled by Catherine.
Leslie smashed the agreement on the desk, eyes full of murderous looks. He bit out, each word a staccato, “Taketo her.” “Yes, Mr. Eastwood.” Then they left the office and delayed a meeting, heading for Catherine’s apartment.
Meanwhile, the Marsh Group.
Linda knocked on the door of the president's office and entered with a file. “Morning, Mr. Russell. This file is urgent. | need your review and approval.” “OK.” Finnley took it over, looking easygoing.
Linda plucked up her courage and asked with a smile, “Can | add you on my Whatand Twitter, please? It'll be helpful to talk about the work in the future. After all, we cooperate frequently now.” “Sure,” Finnley agreed immediately. He pulled out his phone without hesitation.
Linda was overjoyed as it was too smooth.
She tried to keep calm, added his IDs on the two apps, and left.
Back in the vice president's office, Linda couldn't calm down after a long while. She summoned up her courage and sent Finnley a cartoon emoji to say hi on WhatsApp.
A minute later, Finnley replied with another emoji in response.
Linda giggled while staring at it.
She believed sgoals could be achieved if she was brave enough.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCurling up in the chair, she browsed Finnley’s posts and shares. He updated Twitter once or twice monthly. Seemingly he disliked twitting.
His posts had nothing to do with his work but a few moments in his life.
While browsing them, Linda found he was fond of playing basketball. Half photos posted were relevant to the basketball court.
He made the sunset scene appealing.
Linda finished browsing all his posts within 20 minutes, which recorded his 10-year life. None had anything to do with a woman.
It seemed he was single.
Linda was confused. “If he had a girlfriend, why did he never post anything about her? He didn’t have even a photo to show breakfast for two persons.” She failed to find the clue to prove that he had a girlfriend.
Linda was delighted.
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