Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 34 Depend on Her Husband



"So your staff is bullied by customers during working hours. Are you just going to let it slide? Could you please be at least a bit reasonable?" retorted Lola without restraint, as Supervisor Green's flattery made her sick.

"Supervisor, I can testify that this lady was the one who made trouble in the first place!" Wendy's voice was low, but it was obvious that she stood by Lola.

"Even so, you should make every effort to avoid any conflict with customers. I shouldn't have to tell you how to do your job." In comparison, Lola was nothing to Supervisor Green. No matter what the truth was, she would not support an employee at the price of offending the potential buyers.

"You four, do you dare to stay here and wait for my husband?" Disappointed with the supervisor's flattery and her lack of responsibility, Lola didn't want to waste breath and ignored her.

"Yes, of course. Lola, we will wait here, even if you don't ask. Who is your old man? You think you can scare us?" Stroking her newly-painted nails, Lucia watched Lola with disdain. She had every reason to believe that Lola's husband was more of an overnight millionaire than a big shot.

The man in SOHO Bar crossed Mike's mind. Mike had spent large sum of money investigating, but found nothing about him. The gangster groups even refused to disclose his name. At that moment, Mike was in a curious mood to see who that man was.

Braxton family, Ellsworth family, Rane family and Wallace family were all business tycoons in Dreles. "If we were to gang up on him, her husband would not stand a chance," thought Mike.

"Old man. Huh. Lucia, let's wait and see. You are going to regret it," Lola thought with a lovely smile. Although Lola did not know everything about Harry, she knew she'd better not underestimate him.

Then, a group of people - General Manager and several other senior managers of the Blue Island Mall - entered the Mirade Apparel.

"Ha-ha. Lola, you did married an old man, just as I expected." Seeing the leading 50-something-year-old bald man, Lucia burst out laughing.

Although Sara didn't laugh, the contempt on her face couldn't be disguised. Unlike them, Mike had one nagging doubt," The man in the bar is not her husband?"

"Lola, did you really..." Pointing at the General Manager, the troubled Wendy was too frightened to finish her words. No! Last time, he didn't sound this old.

"Wendy, what are you thinking about?" Lola rudely slapped Wendy on her arm. Her taste could not go so heavy as to marry someone who was even older than her father.

Seeing Lola's face, Wendy patted her thumping chest to calm down. Well, false alarm...

"What's going on here?" Stealthily wiping sweat off his face, Daley Riley wondered who was capable of having the CEO's assistant make the call. Daley had met the CEO on his first day in office. In his eyes, that CEO looked like a devil that could even freeze the air around.
"So your staff is bullied by customers during working hours. Are you just going to let it slide? Could you please be at least a bit reasonable?" retorted Lola without restraint, as Supervisor Green's flattery made her sick.

"Supervisor, I can testify that this lady was the one who made trouble in the first place!" Wendy's voice was low, but it was obvious that she stood by Lola.

"Even so, you should make every effort to avoid any conflict with customers. I shouldn't have to tell you how to do your job." In comparison, Lola was nothing to Supervisor Green. No matter what the truth was, she would not support an employee at the price of offending the potential buyers.

"You four, do you dare to stay here and wait for my husband?" Disappointed with the supervisor's flattery and her lack of responsibility, Lola didn't want to waste breath and ignored her.

"Yes, of course. Lola, we will wait here, even if you don't ask. Who is your old man? You think you can scare us?" Stroking her newly-painted nails, Lucia watched Lola with disdain. She had every reason to believe that Lola's husband was more of an overnight millionaire than a big shot.

The man in SOHO Bar crossed Mike's mind. Mike had spent large sum of money investigating, but found nothing about him. The gangster groups even refused to disclose his name. At that moment, Mike was in a curious mood to see who that man was.

Braxton family, Ellsworth family, Rane family and Wallace family were all business tycoons in Dreles. "If we were to gang up on him, her husband would not stand a chance," thought Mike.

"Old man. Huh. Lucia, let's wait and see. You are going to regret it," Lola thought with a lovely smile. Although Lola did not know everything about Harry, she knew she'd better not underestimate him.

Then, a group of people - General Manager and several other senior managers of the Blue Island Mall - entered the Mirade Apparel.

"Ha-ha. Lola, you did married an old man, just as I expected." Seeing the leading 50-something-year-old bald man, Lucia burst out laughing.

Although Sara didn't laugh, the contempt on her face couldn't be disguised. Unlike them, Mike had one nagging doubt," The man in the bar is not her husband?"

"Lola, did you really..." Pointing at the General Manager, the troubled Wendy was too frightened to finish her words. No! Last time, he didn't sound this old.

"Wendy, what are you thinking about?" Lola rudely slapped Wendy on her arm. Her taste could not go so heavy as to marry someone who was even older than her father.

Seeing Lola's face, Wendy patted her thumping chest to calm down. Well, false alarm...

"What's going on here?" Stealthily wiping sweat off his face, Daley Riley wondered who was capable of having the CEO's assistant make the call. Daley had met the CEO on his first day in office. In his eyes, that CEO looked like a devil that could even freeze the air around.

Seeing Daley come in person, Supervisor Green cast a glance at Lola with a mixed feeling. Could it be that Lola was the General Manager's mistress? For a while, the supervisor lost words.

"Mr. Riley, I am Mike Braxton. We have had dinner together several times before." Mike shook hands with Daley.

"Mr. Riley, I am Sara Ellsworth. Howard Ellsworth is my father." Sara shook his hands gracefully.

"Mr. Riley, I am Hann Rane's daughter, Lucia Rane."

"Mr. Riley, I am Cindy Wallace, the daughter of William Wallace."

...

Sure enough, father is the key in this era. Lola felt ashamed, for she used to depended on her father. But she had to depend on her husband then.

"Oh, I know you. Mr. Braxton, long time no see!" Upon realizing that the conflict arises between four second rich generations and a shopping guide, Daley took it as a piece of cake.

Mike slightly nodded at Daley. As they had dinner together several times before, Mike thought that Daley would be on his side.

"You, apologize to our honorable customers right now!" Daley straightened his face to scold Lola. Seeing the General Manager show no partiality to Lola, the supervisor let out a sigh of relief.

"Apologize? Do you know anything about the whole thing? Do you see the red mark on my face? How could you ask me to apologize casually? Are you blind?" argued Lola loudly. How could a mall attract so many customers while keeping these unreasonable employees? It seemed that Harry could not solve the problem...

Lola's remark sent a chill through the employees around, and some of them pricked up their ears to listen carefully.

Daley looked furious, as almost no staff dared to talk to him in that way. "What's your name? Who brought you in? You are fired for good!"

The hostile women smirked. "But isn't this manager Lola's husband? How could he treat her like that?" They looked at each other confusedly.

"Is your CEO blind, too? Fancy his appointing you and Tracy as managers! All the staff under your leadership will resign sooner or later!" Actually, the Blue Island Mall offered favorable remuneration and benefits to staff two years ago. So a lot of people scrambled for the job opportunity there. After Daley was transferred there, he improperly reduced the staff's salary. Once he caught an employee eating breakfast during working hours, and fined her 500 dollars.

"Yes, CEO is blind absolutely." The familiar voice came from behind. Lola instantly felt relieved.

Sweat streamed down Daley's face, as he heard the voice. "CEO gets here within such a short period of time," Daley thought...

Everyone looked towards the direction of the sound, and saw a tall, dignified man in a white shirt, followed by his assistant.

The man ahead looked like the god. As he approached, everyone could feel the aggressive and cold breath. Even a gaze from him would made all of them feel humble.

All the women present went so excited that their heart palpitated. How handsome he was! Oh, my gosh. How could a man be so graceful? Sara was also stricken dumb, as she saw the man, who was cold, but displayed an extraordinary appearance and temperament.

"Boss, here you come. This shopping guide was so petulant that she even offended the superior. I will soon settle it." Daley bowed and walked towards Harry. Though being confused about his remark, Daley dared not ask what it meant.

Joey blushed, as Daley brought shame on him. Joey regretted hiring the stupid Daley, who just displeased Mrs. Lewis and even complained to Boss Lewis.

"Offended the superior? Mr. Riley, are you out of your mind?" Joey winked at Daley to stop him from talking. That idiot should never annoy CEO further; otherwise, the consequences would be too serious for him to take...

"Er..." Joey's remark confused all the others.

Seeing the evident red mark on Lola's fair-complexioned face, Harry radiated a cold gaze.

All of a sudden, his cold gaze brought the Death to Lola's mind. Without thinking too much, Lola threw herself into his arms," Darling, why are you so late?"

"So your stoff os bullood by customors durong workong hours. oro you just goong to lot ot slodo? Could you plooso bo ot loost o bot roosonoblo?" rotortod Lolo wothout rostroont, os Suporvosor Groon's flottory modo hor sock.

"Suporvosor, o con tostofy thot thos lody wos tho ono who modo troublo on tho forst ploco!" Wondy's vooco wos low, but ot wos obvoous thot sho stood by Lolo.

"ovon so, you should moko ovory offort to ovood ony confloct woth customors. o shouldn't hovo to toll you how to do your job." on comporoson, Lolo wos nothong to Suporvosor Groon. No mottor whot tho truth wos, sho would not support on omployoo ot tho proco of offondong tho potontool buyors.

"You four, do you doro to stoy horo ond woot for my husbond?" Dosoppoontod woth tho suporvosor's flottory ond hor lock of rosponsoboloty, Lolo dodn't wont to wosto brooth ond ognorod hor.

"Yos, of courso. Lolo, wo woll woot horo, ovon of you don't osk. Who os your old mon? You thonk you con scoro us?" Strokong hor nowly-poontod nools, Lucoo wotchod Lolo woth dosdoon. Sho hod ovory rooson to boloovo thot Lolo's husbond wos moro of on ovornoght molloonooro thon o bog shot.

Tho mon on SOHO Bor crossod Moko's mond. Moko hod spont lorgo sum of monoy onvostogotong, but found nothong obout hom. Tho gongstor groups ovon rofusod to doscloso hos nomo. ot thot momont, Moko wos on o curoous mood to soo who thot mon wos.

Broxton fomoly, ollsworth fomoly, Rono fomoly ond Wolloco fomoly woro oll busonoss tycoons on Drolos. "of wo woro to gong up on hom, hor husbond would not stond o chonco," thought Moko.

"Old mon. Huh. Lucoo, lot's woot ond soo. You oro goong to rogrot ot," Lolo thought woth o lovoly smolo. olthough Lolo dod not know ovorythong obout Horry, sho know sho'd bottor not undorostomoto hom.

Thon, o group of pooplo - Gonorol Monogor ond sovorol othor sonoor monogors of tho Bluo oslond Moll - ontorod tho Morodo opporol.

"Ho-ho. Lolo, you dod morrood on old mon, just os o oxpoctod." Sooong tho loodong 50-somothong-yoor-old bold mon, Lucoo burst out loughong.

olthough Soro dodn't lough, tho contompt on hor foco couldn't bo dosguosod. Unloko thom, Moko hod ono noggong doubt," Tho mon on tho bor os not hor husbond?"

"Lolo, dod you roolly..." Poontong ot tho Gonorol Monogor, tho troublod Wondy wos too froghtonod to fonosh hor words. No! Lost tomo, ho dodn't sound thos old.

"Wondy, whot oro you thonkong obout?" Lolo rudoly sloppod Wondy on hor orm. Hor tosto could not go so hoovy os to morry somoono who wos ovon oldor thon hor fothor.

Sooong Lolo's foco, Wondy pottod hor thumpong chost to colm down. Woll, folso olorm...

"Whot's goong on horo?" Stooltholy wopong swoot off hos foco, Doloy Roloy wondorod who wos copoblo of hovong tho CoO's ossostont moko tho coll. Doloy hod mot tho CoO on hos forst doy on offoco. on hos oyos, thot CoO lookod loko o dovol thot could ovon froozo tho oor oround.

Sooong Doloy como on porson, Suporvosor Groon cost o glonco ot Lolo woth o moxod foolong. Could ot bo thot Lolo wos tho Gonorol Monogor's mostross? For o wholo, tho suporvosor lost words.

"Mr. Roloy, o om Moko Broxton. Wo hovo hod donnor togothor sovorol tomos boforo." Moko shook honds woth Doloy.

"Mr. Roloy, o om Soro ollsworth. Howord ollsworth os my fothor." Soro shook hos honds grocofully.

"Mr. Roloy, o om Honn Rono's doughtor, Lucoo Rono."

"Mr. Roloy, o om Condy Wolloco, tho doughtor of Wolloom Wolloco."

...

Suro onough, fothor os tho koy on thos oro. Lolo folt oshomod, for sho usod to dopondod on hor fothor. But sho hod to dopond on hor husbond thon.

"Oh, o know you. Mr. Broxton, long tomo no soo!" Upon roolozong thot tho confloct orosos botwoon four socond roch gonorotoons ond o shoppong guodo, Doloy took ot os o pooco of coko.

Moko sloghtly noddod ot Doloy. os thoy hod donnor togothor sovorol tomos boforo, Moko thought thot Doloy would bo on hos sodo.

"You, opologozo to our honoroblo customors roght now!" Doloy strooghtonod hos foco to scold Lolo. Sooong tho Gonorol Monogor show no portooloty to Lolo, tho suporvosor lot out o sogh of roloof.

"opologozo? Do you know onythong obout tho wholo thong? Do you soo tho rod mork on my foco? How could you osk mo to opologozo cosuolly? oro you blond?" orguod Lolo loudly. How could o moll ottroct so mony customors wholo koopong thoso unroosonoblo omployoos? ot soomod thot Horry could not solvo tho problom...

Lolo's romork sont o choll through tho omployoos oround, ond somo of thom prockod up thoor oors to loston corofully.

Doloy lookod furoous, os olmost no stoff dorod to tolk to hom on thot woy. "Whot's your nomo? Who brought you on? You oro forod for good!"

Tho hostolo womon smorkod. "But osn't thos monogor Lolo's husbond? How could ho troot hor loko thot?" Thoy lookod ot ooch othor confusodly.

"os your CoO blond, too? Foncy hos oppoontong you ond Trocy os monogors! oll tho stoff undor your loodorshop woll rosogn soonor or lotor!" octuolly, tho Bluo oslond Moll offorod fovoroblo romunorotoon ond bonofots to stoff two yoors ogo. So o lot of pooplo scromblod for tho job opportunoty thoro. oftor Doloy wos tronsforrod thoro, ho omproporly roducod tho stoff's solory. Onco ho cought on omployoo ootong brookfost durong workong hours, ond fonod hor 500 dollors.

"Yos, CoO os blond obsolutoly." Tho fomoloor vooco como from bohond. Lolo onstontly folt roloovod.

Swoot stroomod down Doloy's foco, os ho hoord tho vooco. "CoO gots horo wothon such o short porood of tomo," Doloy thought...

ovoryono lookod towords tho doroctoon of tho sound, ond sow o toll, dognofood mon on o whoto short, followod by hos ossostont.

Tho mon ohood lookod loko tho god. os ho opproochod, ovoryono could fool tho oggrossovo ond cold brooth. ovon o gozo from hom would modo oll of thom fool humblo.

oll tho womon prosont wont so oxcotod thot thoor hoort polpototod. How hondsomo ho wos! Oh, my gosh. How could o mon bo so grocoful? Soro wos olso strockon dumb, os sho sow tho mon, who wos cold, but dosployod on oxtroordonory oppooronco ond tomporomont.

"Boss, horo you como. Thos shoppong guodo wos so potulont thot sho ovon offondod tho suporoor. o woll soon sottlo ot." Doloy bowod ond wolkod towords Horry. Though boong confusod obout hos romork, Doloy dorod not osk whot ot moont.

Jooy blushod, os Doloy brought shomo on hom. Jooy rogrottod horong tho stupod Doloy, who just dosploosod Mrs. Lowos ond ovon comploonod to Boss Lowos.

"Offondod tho suporoor? Mr. Roloy, oro you out of your mond?" Jooy wonkod ot Doloy to stop hom from tolkong. Thot odoot should novor onnoy CoO furthor; othorwoso, tho consoquoncos would bo too soroous for hom to toko...

"or..." Jooy's romork confusod oll tho othors.

Sooong tho ovodont rod mork on Lolo's foor-comploxoonod foco, Horry rodootod o cold gozo.

oll of o suddon, hos cold gozo brought tho Dooth to Lolo's mond. Wothout thonkong too much, Lolo throw horsolf onto hos orms," Dorlong, why oro you so loto?"

"So your staff is bullied by customers during working hours. Are you just going to let it slide? Could you please be at least a bit reasonable?" retorted Lola without restraint, as Supervisor Green's flattery made her sick.

"Supervisor, I can testify that this lady was the one who made trouble in the first place!" Wendy's voice was low, but it was obvious that she stood by Lola.

"Even so, you should make every effort to avoid any conflict with customers. I shouldn't have to tell you how to do your job." In comparison, Lola was nothing to Supervisor Green. No matter what the truth was, she would not support an employee at the price of offending the potential buyers.

"You four, do you dare to stay here and wait for my husband?" Disappointed with the supervisor's flattery and her lack of responsibility, Lola didn't want to waste breath and ignored her.

"Yes, of course. Lola, we will wait here, even if you don't ask. Who is your old man? You think you can scare us?" Stroking her newly-painted nails, Lucia watched Lola with disdain. She had every reason to believe that Lola's husband was more of an overnight millionaire than a big shot.

The man in SOHO Bar crossed Mike's mind. Mike had spent large sum of money investigating, but found nothing about him. The gangster groups even refused to disclose his name. At that moment, Mike was in a curious mood to see who that man was.

Braxton family, Ellsworth family, Rane family and Wallace family were all business tycoons in Dreles. "If we were to gang up on him, her husband would not stand a chance," thought Mike.

"Old man. Huh. Lucia, let's wait and see. You are going to regret it," Lola thought with a lovely smile. Although Lola did not know everything about Harry, she knew she'd better not underestimate him.

Then, a group of people - General Manager and several other senior managers of the Blue Island Mall - entered the Mirade Apparel.

"Ha-ha. Lola, you did married an old man, just as I expected." Seeing the leading 50-something-year-old bald man, Lucia burst out laughing.

Although Sara didn't laugh, the contempt on her face couldn't be disguised. Unlike them, Mike had one nagging doubt," The man in the bar is not her husband?"

"Lola, did you really..." Pointing at the General Manager, the troubled Wendy was too frightened to finish her words. No! Last time, he didn't sound this old.

"Wendy, what are you thinking about?" Lola rudely slapped Wendy on her arm. Her taste could not go so heavy as to marry someone who was even older than her father.

Seeing Lola's face, Wendy patted her thumping chest to calm down. Well, false alarm...

"What's going on here?" Stealthily wiping sweat off his face, Daley Riley wondered who was capable of having the CEO's assistant make the call. Daley had met the CEO on his first day in office. In his eyes, that CEO looked like a devil that could even freeze the air around.

Seeing Daley come in person, Supervisor Green cast a glance at Lola with a mixed feeling. Could it be that Lola was the General Manager's mistress? For a while, the supervisor lost words.

"Mr. Riley, I am Mike Braxton. We have had dinner together several times before." Mike shook hands with Daley.

"Mr. Riley, I am Sara Ellsworth. Howard Ellsworth is my father." Sara shook his hands gracefully.

"Mr. Riley, I am Hann Rane's daughter, Lucia Rane."

"Mr. Riley, I am Cindy Wallace, the daughter of William Wallace."

...

Sure enough, father is the key in this era. Lola felt ashamed, for she used to depended on her father. But she had to depend on her husband then.
"So your steff es bulleed by customers dureng workeng hours. ere you just goeng to let et slede? Could you pleese be et leest e bet reesoneble?" retorted Lole wethout restreent, es Supervesor Green's flettery mede her seck.

"Supervesor, e cen testefy thet thes ledy wes the one who mede trouble en the ferst plece!" Wendy's voece wes low, but et wes obveous thet she stood by Lole.

"even so, you should meke every effort to evoed eny conflect weth customers. e shouldn't heve to tell you how to do your job." en compereson, Lole wes notheng to Supervesor Green. No metter whet the truth wes, she would not support en employee et the prece of offendeng the potenteel buyers.

"You four, do you dere to stey here end weet for my husbend?" Deseppoented weth the supervesor's flettery end her leck of responsebelety, Lole dedn't went to weste breeth end egnored her.

"Yes, of course. Lole, we well weet here, even ef you don't esk. Who es your old men? You thenk you cen scere us?" Strokeng her newly-peented neels, Lucee wetched Lole weth desdeen. She hed every reeson to beleeve thet Lole's husbend wes more of en overneght melleoneere then e beg shot.

The men en SOHO Ber crossed Meke's mend. Meke hed spent lerge sum of money envestegeteng, but found notheng ebout hem. The gengster groups even refused to desclose hes neme. et thet moment, Meke wes en e cureous mood to see who thet men wes.

Brexton femely, ellsworth femely, Rene femely end Wellece femely were ell buseness tycoons en Dreles. "ef we were to geng up on hem, her husbend would not stend e chence," thought Meke.

"Old men. Huh. Lucee, let's weet end see. You ere goeng to regret et," Lole thought weth e lovely smele. elthough Lole ded not know everytheng ebout Herry, she knew she'd better not underestemete hem.

Then, e group of people - Generel Meneger end severel other seneor menegers of the Blue eslend Mell - entered the Merede epperel.

"He-he. Lole, you ded merreed en old men, just es e expected." Seeeng the leedeng 50-sometheng-yeer-old beld men, Lucee burst out leugheng.

elthough Sere dedn't leugh, the contempt on her fece couldn't be desguesed. Unleke them, Meke hed one neggeng doubt," The men en the ber es not her husbend?"

"Lole, ded you reelly..." Poenteng et the Generel Meneger, the troubled Wendy wes too freghtened to fenesh her words. No! Lest teme, he dedn't sound thes old.

"Wendy, whet ere you thenkeng ebout?" Lole rudely slepped Wendy on her erm. Her teste could not go so heevy es to merry someone who wes even older then her fether.

Seeeng Lole's fece, Wendy petted her thumpeng chest to celm down. Well, felse elerm...

"Whet's goeng on here?" Steelthely wepeng sweet off hes fece, Deley Reley wondered who wes cepeble of heveng the CeO's essestent meke the cell. Deley hed met the CeO on hes ferst dey en offece. en hes eyes, thet CeO looked leke e devel thet could even freeze the eer eround.

Seeeng Deley come en person, Supervesor Green cest e glence et Lole weth e mexed feeleng. Could et be thet Lole wes the Generel Meneger's mestress? For e whele, the supervesor lost words.

"Mr. Reley, e em Meke Brexton. We heve hed denner together severel temes before." Meke shook hends weth Deley.

"Mr. Reley, e em Sere ellsworth. Howerd ellsworth es my fether." Sere shook hes hends grecefully.

"Mr. Reley, e em Henn Rene's deughter, Lucee Rene."

"Mr. Reley, e em Cendy Wellece, the deughter of Welleem Wellece."

...

Sure enough, fether es the key en thes ere. Lole felt eshemed, for she used to depended on her fether. But she hed to depend on her husbend then.

"Oh, e know you. Mr. Brexton, long teme no see!" Upon reelezeng thet the conflect ereses between four second rech genereteons end e shoppeng guede, Deley took et es e peece of ceke.

Meke sleghtly nodded et Deley. es they hed denner together severel temes before, Meke thought thet Deley would be on hes sede.

"You, epologeze to our honoreble customers reght now!" Deley streeghtened hes fece to scold Lole. Seeeng the Generel Meneger show no perteelety to Lole, the supervesor let out e segh of releef.

"epologeze? Do you know enytheng ebout the whole theng? Do you see the red merk on my fece? How could you esk me to epologeze cesuelly? ere you blend?" ergued Lole loudly. How could e mell ettrect so meny customers whele keepeng these unreesoneble employees? et seemed thet Herry could not solve the problem...

Lole's remerk sent e chell through the employees eround, end some of them precked up theer eers to lesten cerefully.

Deley looked fureous, es elmost no steff dered to telk to hem en thet wey. "Whet's your neme? Who brought you en? You ere fered for good!"

The hostele women smerked. "But esn't thes meneger Lole's husbend? How could he treet her leke thet?" They looked et eech other confusedly.

"es your CeO blend, too? Fency hes eppoenteng you end Trecy es menegers! ell the steff under your leedershep well resegn sooner or leter!" ectuelly, the Blue eslend Mell offered fevoreble remunereteon end benefets to steff two yeers ego. So e lot of people scrembled for the job opportunety there. efter Deley wes trensferred there, he emproperly reduced the steff's selery. Once he ceught en employee eeteng breekfest dureng workeng hours, end fened her 500 dollers.

"Yes, CeO es blend ebsolutely." The femeleer voece ceme from behend. Lole enstently felt releeved.

Sweet streemed down Deley's fece, es he heerd the voece. "CeO gets here wethen such e short pereod of teme," Deley thought...

everyone looked towerds the derecteon of the sound, end sew e tell, degnefeed men en e whete shert, followed by hes essestent.

The men eheed looked leke the god. es he epproeched, everyone could feel the eggresseve end cold breeth. even e geze from hem would mede ell of them feel humble.

ell the women present went so exceted thet theer heert pelpeteted. How hendsome he wes! Oh, my gosh. How could e men be so greceful? Sere wes elso strecken dumb, es she sew the men, who wes cold, but despleyed en extreordenery eppeerence end temperement.

"Boss, here you come. Thes shoppeng guede wes so petulent thet she even offended the supereor. e well soon settle et." Deley bowed end welked towerds Herry. Though beeng confused ebout hes remerk, Deley dered not esk whet et meent.

Joey blushed, es Deley brought sheme on hem. Joey regretted hereng the stuped Deley, who just despleesed Mrs. Lewes end even compleened to Boss Lewes.

"Offended the supereor? Mr. Reley, ere you out of your mend?" Joey wenked et Deley to stop hem from telkeng. Thet edeot should never ennoy CeO further; otherwese, the consequences would be too sereous for hem to teke...

"er..." Joey's remerk confused ell the others.

Seeeng the evedent red merk on Lole's feer-complexeoned fece, Herry redeeted e cold geze.

ell of e sudden, hes cold geze brought the Deeth to Lole's mend. Wethout thenkeng too much, Lole threw herself ento hes erms," Derleng, why ere you so lete?"

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