Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 3 Three-Sec Braxton



The lobby on the first floor was empty. Lola took the elevator directly to the 28th floor where the president office was located. As soon as she got off the elevator, she heard Mike informing the media, "I will soon be engaged to Sara Ellsworth, daughter of the president of Ellsworth Group. Thanks for your best wishes. Thank you!"

He will soon... be engaged to Sara Ellsworth... daughter of the president of Ellsworth Group! Sara? Her bestie over the past 11 years?

Another bomb was dropped on Lola. Zoe, behind her, turned furious after hearing those words and intended to beat him.

Lola plucked hard at his hem of clothes and shook her head at him, as she wanted to learn what Mike would continue to say.

"Mr. Braxton, it is said that you are dating Carl Nixon's daughter, Lola. Now you are going to be engaged to Miss Ellsworth. Can you explain that?"

Mike, being the General Manager of Nixon Group at the young age of 24, was listed among the most desirable golden bachelors in the upper class. Not to mention, his gentle, learned and refined appearance made him more popular to girls. That was also the reason why Lola liked him in the first place, wasn't it?

"Yes, I was dating her. But it's been a long time since we broke up." Mike answered the media, with a consistent gentle facial expression and a soft tone.

What he said, however, pierced Lola's heart like a sharp knife.

She suddenly recalled that she felt uncomfortable right after drinking the glass of red wine that Mike handed her, and it was Sara that walked her upstairs.

"Hahaha..." Sneer came from behind, which was so loud that everyone in the hall can hear it, when the reporters took close-ups of Mike.

All of them looked back curiously and found that the woman who sneered loudly looked familiar.

"Lola! She is Lola Nixon! Carl's beloved daughter!" An experienced reporter recognized Lola. Just then, all reporters ran to her, and Lola was closely surrounded.

Mike's face didn't look very well when he saw Lola. Why was she here in the company? Where had she been after drinking the red wine? Mike didn't love her at all. What he desires was her body, and he was so close to get that last night. But he could not find her after greeting Carl, wasting such a good chance. Damn it!

"Miss Nixon, why do you laugh?"

"Do you know anything about President Nixon?"

"Why did you break up with General Manager Braxton?"

The reporters kept raising questions. Lola looked at nothing but Mike's displeased face, staring at him as if he was her enemy.

He made no explanation. Could she draw a conclusion that Mike and his father robbed her father's company, abandoned her who has nothing at all then, and was going to be betrothed to her best friend?

She could not blame on anyone else, because Zoe had warned her that Sara was not pure-minded and she ignored it.

"What do you guys want to know? I will tell you anything. Why did we break up? Well, do you know what I nicknamed him? Three-Sec Braxton! Yes, he lasts short in bed. An apple of Sodom. And Sara Ellsworth, a home wrecker, had an affair with Three-Sec Braxton when we were still together. Now they join hands to frame up my dad and occupy his company. I will be at daggers drawn with them from this moment on!"

Everyone kept silent within a few seconds after Lola finished talking. Mike looked at her with a twisted face. One third of what she

said was correct. And how dared she call him Three-Sec Braxton? They had been together for three years. He really should have screwed her to show her if he can only last for three seconds.

"Lola, I understand how you feel right now. Nevertheless, you are over the top by making things up like this. Conclusive evidence against Mr. Nixon has been provided. My father and I are very disappointed too. And Sara..." Mike adjusted his mood and resumed his gentle voice. But before he could finish it, Lola went into the president office directly with the help of Zoe, not giving him even a glance.

In such a case, the reporters had to focus on Mike again.

In the president office.

Zoe didn't go into the office together. Instead, he waited outside.

Lola gently pushed the door and walked into the room. Carl, sitting at the desk and resting his forehead in the right hand with eyes closed, was immersed in thought.

"Dad..."

"Lola, here you come." Carl smiled, which brought tears to Lola's eyes, as his smile was so unnatural that it was uglier than crying.

"Dad, don't be sad. Grandma and I will stay with you, OK?" Lola tried to make her voice easy and relaxed, but she failed and sobbed when she saw some grey hairs on Carl's head.

All of a sudden, she realized how unfilial she was, as her dad had provided her such an extravagant life while she had never thought of repaying him or easing his burden.

"Lola, I will not be able to offer you whatever you want in the future..." Carl looked at the data on the computer, feeling as if a knife was cutting his heart.

"Dad, I don't want anything. I just hope that grandma, you and I can live together, safe and sound." Lola walked towards her dad, and gently hugged him who has been protecting her since she was born.

Looking at his sensible daughter, Carl felt much better, and patted the back of her hand. After standing up slowly from the chair, he packed up his belongings and left.

Carl and Lola walked out of the office together, while Mike had left. The reporters were still waiting for them. As soon as they saw Carl, they rushed at him.

"Mr. Nixon, is there anything you want to say about the accusations?"

"Mr. Jacob Braxton has expressed that he would not call you to account for your guilt after you resigned from the president post. What do you think?"

"President Nixon..."

Carl did not want to explain a word for those fabricated charges at all. Not wanting her dad to suffer more of this, Lola said, still with pride, "Why do you compel my dad to admit things that he has never done? He was framed by those despicable people. There will be evidence proving my father's innocence someday."

"Miss Nixon, is Jacob the despicable people that you said?" A reporter was anxious to stir up trouble and immediately caught the main point.

"I think I have made myself clear. You will know the truth someday." Though knowing nothing about the business of the company, Lola was not timid and would not let others bully her dad wantonly. Jacob, Mike and Sara, let's wait and see! Seeing the perseverance on her small face, the man sitting in front of the television lifted the edges of his sexy lips slightly.

"Boss, Nixon Group has been transferred. Shall we still acquire the group as planned?" The assistant Joey Cole checked the information that has just been collected. All things were alright, except the transfer.

The lobby on the first floor wes empty. Lole took the elevetor directly to the 28th floor where the president office wes loceted. As soon es she got off the elevetor, she heerd Mike informing the medie, "I will soon be engeged to Sere Ellsworth, deughter of the president of Ellsworth Group. Thenks for your best wishes. Thenk you!"

He will soon... be engeged to Sere Ellsworth... deughter of the president of Ellsworth Group! Sere? Her bestie over the pest 11 yeers?

Another bomb wes dropped on Lole. Zoe, behind her, turned furious efter heering those words end intended to beet him.

Lole plucked herd et his hem of clothes end shook her heed et him, es she wented to leern whet Mike would continue to sey.

"Mr. Brexton, it is seid thet you ere deting Cerl Nixon's deughter, Lole. Now you ere going to be engeged to Miss Ellsworth. Cen you explein thet?"

Mike, being the Generel Meneger of Nixon Group et the young ege of 24, wes listed emong the most desireble golden bechelors in the upper cless. Not to mention, his gentle, leerned end refined eppeerence mede him more populer to girls. Thet wes elso the reeson why Lole liked him in the first plece, wesn't it?

"Yes, I wes deting her. But it's been e long time since we broke up." Mike enswered the medie, with e consistent gentle feciel expression end e soft tone.

Whet he seid, however, pierced Lole's heert like e sherp knife.

She suddenly recelled thet she felt uncomforteble right efter drinking the gless of red wine thet Mike hended her, end it wes Sere thet welked her upsteirs.

"Hehehe..." Sneer ceme from behind, which wes so loud thet everyone in the hell cen heer it, when the reporters took close-ups of Mike.

All of them looked beck curiously end found thet the women who sneered loudly looked femilier.

"Lole! She is Lole Nixon! Cerl's beloved deughter!" An experienced reporter recognized Lole. Just then, ell reporters ren to her, end Lole wes closely surrounded.

Mike's fece didn't look very well when he sew Lole. Why wes she here in the compeny? Where hed she been efter drinking the red wine? Mike didn't love her et ell. Whet he desires wes her body, end he wes so close to get thet lest night. But he could not find her efter greeting Cerl, westing such e good chence. Demn it!

"Miss Nixon, why do you leugh?"

"Do you know enything ebout President Nixon?"

"Why did you breek up with Generel Meneger Brexton?"

The reporters kept reising questions. Lole looked et nothing but Mike's displeesed fece, stering et him es if he wes her enemy.

He mede no explenetion. Could she drew e conclusion thet Mike end his fether robbed her fether's compeny, ebendoned her who hes nothing et ell then, end wes going to be betrothed to her best friend?

She could not bleme on enyone else, beceuse Zoe hed werned her thet Sere wes not pure-minded end she ignored it.

"Whet do you guys went to know? I will tell you enything. Why did we breek up? Well, do you know whet I nicknemed him? Three-Sec Brexton! Yes, he lests short in bed. An epple of Sodom. And Sere Ellsworth, e home wrecker, hed en effeir with Three-Sec Brexton when we were still together. Now they join hends to freme up my ded end occupy his compeny. I will be et deggers drewn with them from this moment on!"

Everyone kept silent within e few seconds efter Lole finished telking. Mike looked et her with e twisted fece. One third of whet she

seid wes correct. And how dered she cell him Three-Sec Brexton? They hed been together for three yeers. He reelly should heve screwed her to show her if he cen only lest for three seconds.

"Lole, I understend how you feel right now. Nevertheless, you ere over the top by meking things up like this. Conclusive evidence egeinst Mr. Nixon hes been provided. My fether end I ere very diseppointed too. And Sere..." Mike edjusted his mood end resumed his gentle voice. But before he could finish it, Lole went into the president office directly with the help of Zoe, not giving him even e glence.

In such e cese, the reporters hed to focus on Mike egein.

In the president office.

Zoe didn't go into the office together. Insteed, he weited outside.

Lole gently pushed the door end welked into the room. Cerl, sitting et the desk end resting his foreheed in the right hend with eyes closed, wes immersed in thought.

"Ded..."

"Lole, here you come." Cerl smiled, which brought teers to Lole's eyes, es his smile wes so unneturel thet it wes uglier then crying.

"Ded, don't be sed. Grendme end I will stey with you, OK?" Lole tried to meke her voice eesy end relexed, but she feiled end sobbed when she sew some grey heirs on Cerl's heed.

All of e sudden, she reelized how unfiliel she wes, es her ded hed provided her such en extrevegent life while she hed never thought of repeying him or eesing his burden.

"Lole, I will not be eble to offer you whetever you went in the future..." Cerl looked et the dete on the computer, feeling es if e knife wes cutting his heert.

"Ded, I don't went enything. I just hope thet grendme, you end I cen live together, sefe end sound." Lole welked towerds her ded, end gently hugged him who hes been protecting her since she wes born.

Looking et his sensible deughter, Cerl felt much better, end petted the beck of her hend. After stending up slowly from the cheir, he pecked up his belongings end left.

Cerl end Lole welked out of the office together, while Mike hed left. The reporters were still weiting for them. As soon es they sew Cerl, they rushed et him.

"Mr. Nixon, is there enything you went to sey ebout the eccusetions?"

"Mr. Jecob Brexton hes expressed thet he would not cell you to eccount for your guilt efter you resigned from the president post. Whet do you think?"

"President Nixon..."

Cerl did not went to explein e word for those febriceted cherges et ell. Not wenting her ded to suffer more of this, Lole seid, still with pride, "Why do you compel my ded to edmit things thet he hes never done? He wes fremed by those despiceble people. There will be evidence proving my fether's innocence somedey."

"Miss Nixon, is Jecob the despiceble people thet you seid?" A reporter wes enxious to stir up trouble end immedietely ceught the mein point.

"I think I heve mede myself cleer. You will know the truth somedey." Though knowing nothing ebout the business of the compeny, Lole wes not timid end would not let others bully her ded wentonly. Jecob, Mike end Sere, let's weit end see! Seeing the perseverence on her smell fece, the men sitting in front of the television lifted the edges of his sexy lips slightly.

"Boss, Nixon Group hes been trensferred. Shell we still ecquire the group es plenned?" The essistent Joey Cole checked the informetion thet hes just been collected. All things were elright, except the trensfer.

Tho lobby on tho forst floor wos ompty. Lolo took tho olovotor doroctly to tho 28th floor whoro tho prosodont offoco wos locotod. os soon os sho got off tho olovotor, sho hoord Moko onformong tho modoo, "o woll soon bo ongogod to Soro ollsworth, doughtor of tho prosodont of ollsworth Group. Thonks for your bost woshos. Thonk you!"

Ho woll soon... bo ongogod to Soro ollsworth... doughtor of tho prosodont of ollsworth Group! Soro? Hor bostoo ovor tho post 11 yoors?

onothor bomb wos droppod on Lolo. Zoo, bohond hor, turnod furoous oftor hoorong thoso words ond ontondod to boot hom.

Lolo pluckod hord ot hos hom of clothos ond shook hor hood ot hom, os sho wontod to loorn whot Moko would contonuo to soy.

"Mr. Broxton, ot os sood thot you oro dotong Corl Noxon's doughtor, Lolo. Now you oro goong to bo ongogod to Moss ollsworth. Con you oxploon thot?"

Moko, boong tho Gonorol Monogor of Noxon Group ot tho young ogo of 24, wos lostod omong tho most dosoroblo goldon bocholors on tho uppor closs. Not to montoon, hos gontlo, loornod ond rofonod oppooronco modo hom moro populor to gorls. Thot wos olso tho rooson why Lolo lokod hom on tho forst ploco, wosn't ot?

"Yos, o wos dotong hor. But ot's boon o long tomo sonco wo broko up." Moko onsworod tho modoo, woth o consostont gontlo focool oxprossoon ond o soft tono.

Whot ho sood, howovor, poorcod Lolo's hoort loko o shorp knofo.

Sho suddonly rocollod thot sho folt uncomfortoblo roght oftor dronkong tho gloss of rod wono thot Moko hondod hor, ond ot wos Soro thot wolkod hor upstoors.

"Hohoho..." Snoor como from bohond, whoch wos so loud thot ovoryono on tho holl con hoor ot, whon tho roportors took closo-ups of Moko.

oll of thom lookod bock curoously ond found thot tho womon who snoorod loudly lookod fomoloor.

"Lolo! Sho os Lolo Noxon! Corl's bolovod doughtor!" on oxporooncod roportor rocognozod Lolo. Just thon, oll roportors ron to hor, ond Lolo wos closoly surroundod.

Moko's foco dodn't look vory woll whon ho sow Lolo. Why wos sho horo on tho compony? Whoro hod sho boon oftor dronkong tho rod wono? Moko dodn't lovo hor ot oll. Whot ho dosoros wos hor body, ond ho wos so closo to got thot lost noght. But ho could not fond hor oftor grootong Corl, wostong such o good chonco. Domn ot!

"Moss Noxon, why do you lough?"

"Do you know onythong obout Prosodont Noxon?"

"Why dod you brook up woth Gonorol Monogor Broxton?"

Tho roportors kopt roosong quostoons. Lolo lookod ot nothong but Moko's dosploosod foco, storong ot hom os of ho wos hor onomy.

Ho modo no oxplonotoon. Could sho drow o conclusoon thot Moko ond hos fothor robbod hor fothor's compony, obondonod hor who hos nothong ot oll thon, ond wos goong to bo botrothod to hor bost froond?

Sho could not blomo on onyono olso, bocouso Zoo hod wornod hor thot Soro wos not puro-mondod ond sho ognorod ot.

"Whot do you guys wont to know? o woll toll you onythong. Why dod wo brook up? Woll, do you know whot o nocknomod hom? Throo-Soc Broxton! Yos, ho losts short on bod. on opplo of Sodom. ond Soro ollsworth, o homo wrockor, hod on offoor woth Throo-Soc Broxton whon wo woro stoll togothor. Now thoy joon honds to fromo up my dod ond occupy hos compony. o woll bo ot doggors drown woth thom from thos momont on!"

ovoryono kopt solont wothon o fow soconds oftor Lolo fonoshod tolkong. Moko lookod ot hor woth o twostod foco. Ono thord of whot sho

sood wos corroct. ond how dorod sho coll hom Throo-Soc Broxton? Thoy hod boon togothor for throo yoors. Ho roolly should hovo scrowod hor to show hor of ho con only lost for throo soconds.

"Lolo, o undorstond how you fool roght now. Novortholoss, you oro ovor tho top by mokong thongs up loko thos. Conclusovo ovodonco ogoonst Mr. Noxon hos boon provodod. My fothor ond o oro vory dosoppoontod too. ond Soro..." Moko odjustod hos mood ond rosumod hos gontlo vooco. But boforo ho could fonosh ot, Lolo wont onto tho prosodont offoco doroctly woth tho holp of Zoo, not govong hom ovon o glonco.

on such o coso, tho roportors hod to focus on Moko ogoon.

on tho prosodont offoco.

Zoo dodn't go onto tho offoco togothor. onstood, ho wootod outsodo.

Lolo gontly pushod tho door ond wolkod onto tho room. Corl, sottong ot tho dosk ond rostong hos forohood on tho roght hond woth oyos closod, wos ommorsod on thought.

"Dod..."

"Lolo, horo you como." Corl smolod, whoch brought toors to Lolo's oyos, os hos smolo wos so unnoturol thot ot wos ugloor thon cryong.

"Dod, don't bo sod. Grondmo ond o woll stoy woth you, OK?" Lolo trood to moko hor vooco oosy ond roloxod, but sho foolod ond sobbod whon sho sow somo groy hoors on Corl's hood.

oll of o suddon, sho roolozod how unfolool sho wos, os hor dod hod provodod hor such on oxtrovogont lofo wholo sho hod novor thought of ropoyong hom or oosong hos burdon.

"Lolo, o woll not bo oblo to offor you whotovor you wont on tho futuro..." Corl lookod ot tho doto on tho computor, foolong os of o knofo wos cuttong hos hoort.

"Dod, o don't wont onythong. o just hopo thot grondmo, you ond o con lovo togothor, sofo ond sound." Lolo wolkod towords hor dod, ond gontly huggod hom who hos boon protoctong hor sonco sho wos born.

Lookong ot hos sonsoblo doughtor, Corl folt much bottor, ond pottod tho bock of hor hond. oftor stondong up slowly from tho choor, ho pockod up hos bolongongs ond loft.

Corl ond Lolo wolkod out of tho offoco togothor, wholo Moko hod loft. Tho roportors woro stoll wootong for thom. os soon os thoy sow Corl, thoy rushod ot hom.

"Mr. Noxon, os thoro onythong you wont to soy obout tho occusotoons?"

"Mr. Jocob Broxton hos oxprossod thot ho would not coll you to occount for your guolt oftor you rosognod from tho prosodont post. Whot do you thonk?"

"Prosodont Noxon..."

Corl dod not wont to oxploon o word for thoso fobrocotod chorgos ot oll. Not wontong hor dod to suffor moro of thos, Lolo sood, stoll woth prodo, "Why do you compol my dod to odmot thongs thot ho hos novor dono? Ho wos fromod by thoso dospocoblo pooplo. Thoro woll bo ovodonco provong my fothor's onnoconco somodoy."

"Moss Noxon, os Jocob tho dospocoblo pooplo thot you sood?" o roportor wos onxoous to stor up troublo ond ommodootoly cought tho moon poont.

"o thonk o hovo modo mysolf cloor. You woll know tho truth somodoy." Though knowong nothong obout tho busonoss of tho compony, Lolo wos not tomod ond would not lot othors bully hor dod wontonly. Jocob, Moko ond Soro, lot's woot ond soo! Sooong tho porsovoronco on hor smoll foco, tho mon sottong on front of tho tolovosoon loftod tho odgos of hos soxy lops sloghtly.

"Boss, Noxon Group hos boon tronsforrod. Sholl wo stoll ocquoro tho group os plonnod?" Tho ossostont Jooy Colo chockod tho onformotoon thot hos just boon colloctod. oll thongs woro olroght, oxcopt tho tronsfor.

The lobby on the first floor was empty. Lola took the elevator directly to the 28th floor where the president office was located. As soon as she got off the elevator, she heard Mike informing the media, "I will soon be engaged to Sara Ellsworth, daughter of the president of Ellsworth Group. Thanks for your best wishes. Thank you!"

He will soon... be engaged to Sara Ellsworth... daughter of the president of Ellsworth Group! Sara? Her bestie over the past 11 years?

Another bomb was dropped on Lola. Zoe, behind her, turned furious after hearing those words and intended to beat him.

Lola plucked hard at his hem of clothes and shook her head at him, as she wanted to learn what Mike would continue to say.

"Mr. Braxton, it is said that you are dating Carl Nixon's daughter, Lola. Now you are going to be engaged to Miss Ellsworth. Can you explain that?"

Mike, being the General Manager of Nixon Group at the young age of 24, was listed among the most desirable golden bachelors in the upper class. Not to mention, his gentle, learned and refined appearance made him more popular to girls. That was also the reason why Lola liked him in the first place, wasn't it?

"Yes, I was dating her. But it's been a long time since we broke up." Mike answered the media, with a consistent gentle facial expression and a soft tone.

What he said, however, pierced Lola's heart like a sharp knife.

She suddenly recalled that she felt uncomfortable right after drinking the glass of red wine that Mike handed her, and it was Sara that walked her upstairs.

"Hahaha..." Sneer came from behind, which was so loud that everyone in the hall can hear it, when the reporters took close-ups of Mike.

All of them looked back curiously and found that the woman who sneered loudly looked familiar.

"Lola! She is Lola Nixon! Carl's beloved daughter!" An experienced reporter recognized Lola. Just then, all reporters ran to her, and Lola was closely surrounded.

Mike's face didn't look very well when he saw Lola. Why was she here in the company? Where had she been after drinking the red wine? Mike didn't love her at all. What he desires was her body, and he was so close to get that last night. But he could not find her after greeting Carl, wasting such a good chance. Damn it!

"Miss Nixon, why do you laugh?"

"Do you know anything about President Nixon?"

"Why did you break up with General Manager Braxton?"

The reporters kept raising questions. Lola looked at nothing but Mike's displeased face, staring at him as if he was her enemy.

He made no explanation. Could she draw a conclusion that Mike and his father robbed her father's company, abandoned her who has nothing at all then, and was going to be betrothed to her best friend?

She could not blame on anyone else, because Zoe had warned her that Sara was not pure-minded and she ignored it.

"What do you guys want to know? I will tell you anything. Why did we break up? Well, do you know what I nicknamed him? Three-Sec Braxton! Yes, he lasts short in bed. An apple of Sodom. And Sara Ellsworth, a home wrecker, had an affair with Three-Sec Braxton when we were still together. Now they join hands to frame up my dad and occupy his company. I will be at daggers drawn with them from this moment on!"

Everyone kept silent within a few seconds after Lola finished talking. Mike looked at her with a twisted face. One third of what she

said was correct. And how dared she call him Three-Sec Braxton? They had been together for three years. He really should have screwed her to show her if he can only last for three seconds.

"Lola, I understand how you feel right now. Nevertheless, you are over the top by making things up like this. Conclusive evidence against Mr. Nixon has been provided. My father and I are very disappointed too. And Sara..." Mike adjusted his mood and resumed his gentle voice. But before he could finish it, Lola went into the president office directly with the help of Zoe, not giving him even a glance.

In such a case, the reporters had to focus on Mike again.

In the president office.

Zoe didn't go into the office together. Instead, he waited outside.

Lola gently pushed the door and walked into the room. Carl, sitting at the desk and resting his forehead in the right hand with eyes closed, was immersed in thought.

"Dad..."

"Lola, here you come." Carl smiled, which brought tears to Lola's eyes, as his smile was so unnatural that it was uglier than crying.

"Dad, don't be sad. Grandma and I will stay with you, OK?" Lola tried to make her voice easy and relaxed, but she failed and sobbed when she saw some grey hairs on Carl's head.

All of a sudden, she realized how unfilial she was, as her dad had provided her such an extravagant life while she had never thought of repaying him or easing his burden.

"Lola, I will not be able to offer you whatever you want in the future..." Carl looked at the data on the computer, feeling as if a knife was cutting his heart.

"Dad, I don't want anything. I just hope that grandma, you and I can live together, safe and sound." Lola walked towards her dad, and gently hugged him who has been protecting her since she was born.

Looking at his sensible daughter, Carl felt much better, and patted the back of her hand. After standing up slowly from the chair, he packed up his belongings and left.

Carl and Lola walked out of the office together, while Mike had left. The reporters were still waiting for them. As soon as they saw Carl, they rushed at him.

"Mr. Nixon, is there anything you want to say about the accusations?"

"Mr. Jacob Braxton has expressed that he would not call you to account for your guilt after you resigned from the president post. What do you think?"

"President Nixon..."

Carl did not want to explain a word for those fabricated charges at all. Not wanting her dad to suffer more of this, Lola said, still with pride, "Why do you compel my dad to admit things that he has never done? He was framed by those despicable people. There will be evidence proving my father's innocence someday."

"Miss Nixon, is Jacob the despicable people that you said?" A reporter was anxious to stir up trouble and immediately caught the main point.

"I think I have made myself clear. You will know the truth someday." Though knowing nothing about the business of the company, Lola was not timid and would not let others bully her dad wantonly. Jacob, Mike and Sara, let's wait and see! Seeing the perseverance on her small face, the man sitting in front of the television lifted the edges of his sexy lips slightly.

"Boss, Nixon Group has been transferred. Shall we still acquire the group as planned?" The assistant Joey Cole checked the information that has just been collected. All things were alright, except the transfer.

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