NovelEnglishWith a trace of doubt and uneasiness, the woman lay sideways beside him, unable to fall asleep for a long time...
She was once Leslie’s mistress, then his wife. To this day, she was happy, although they had no child.
He gave her money every month, so she could hang out with her friends every day without worries.
Ingrid was not very well educated. She had no understanding of the company and had never participated in its management.
Were there any women in the company who wanted to seduce Leslie? Or women that wanted his money? All could happen in such a society. As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, Ingrid becvery insecure.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThat night, she had insomnia.
Why did he start working overtime? He never worked overtbefore. It shouldn't be because of work. He used to hand over everything to Josh, he really didn't work overtime.
The next morning.
Ingrid and Leslie got up together. She carefully tied his tie for him.
She hugged his waist, as usual, raised her eyes, and said coquettishly, "Honey, can you not work overttoday? There is a party tonight, and | want you to go with me. " "No." Leslie replied seriously, "I have to keep an eye on the company as there is a lot going on these days." But weren't there many things going on before? They went downstairs together. He left in a hurry without even having breakfast at home.
Ingrid stood at the door of the living room and watched him get into the car, then watched the car drive away, feeling that this man was getting farther and farther away from her.
"Madam, there are eggs, sandwiches, and milk for breakfast today." She turned to look at the maid behind her, and murmured, "Mr. Eastwood has changed, can you feel it?" Meeting her gaze, the maid shook her head, "Isn't he always like this?" Ingrid sighed softly and entered the dining room.
He was different. She had a strong premonition.
After breakfast, Ingrid put on her makeup and changed into a beautiful dress. Then she cto the yard.
The driver opened the door for her, and she got into the car. "Go to Mrs. Huston’s." "Yes, madam." Without a job, what she did most every day was play cards.
She spent most of her twith those rich women who didn’t need to work too.
Mrs. Huston's villa is very beautiful. There was even a cat booth in the yard.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIngrid was the last to arrive.
In her early forties, she was a little chubby, and very feminine. She had no education or brain, but she was very beautiful and straightforward.
As soon as she arrived, the gbegan.
"Mrs. Eastwood, the genius Mr. Eastwood recently recruited must have brought a lot of benefits to the company, right?" A lady opened her mouth.
Another person said, "It is said that the person used to be the vice president of the Marsh Group, | suppose it's not only about benefits. Scompany decisions can certainly be used for reference. " The ladies chatted, but Ingrid was confused.
A genius? Why didn't she know? The former vice president of the Marsh Group? Whom? Why would such a big shot join the R-Alan? Why? "I don't care much about the company, Leslie is very good at reading people.” Ingrid said with a smile, "The people who work under him are all very good." Seeing her careless look, one of the women reminded her, "Mr. Eastwood, you should care about something." "That's right, after all, Mr. Eastwood is not so dedicated. They stay together all day, what if something happens? It's also hard to say." Ingrid was slightly startled, something happens. Was the new vice president a woman? Can a woman hold such a high position in the company? How good must she be? Or... scheming! Women's sixth sense was accurate! Ingrid was not in the mood to play cars. After losing thousands of dollars playing cards, she made an excuse and went home.
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