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Boss, Your Wife’s Asking for A Divorce, Again novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186

Daphne nodded. “Yes.”

Sonia rubbed her temples in distress. “Then it seems that I have to think of something to donate.”

“Don’t worry about it, President Reed-for this kind of charity auction, the invitees would generally donate some jewelry or some antiques.” Daphne said.

Sonia smiled. “I see. I’ll donate some jewelry, then. Also, do you have some time tomorrow? How about choosing a dress with me?”

The next day was Sunday, and since they didn’t have work, Sonia proposed to go shopping.

However, Daphne shook her head apologetically. “I’m sorry, President Reed. My mother arranged a blind date for me tomorrow.”

There was bitterness in her eyes despite her smiling. It was obvious that she didn’t want to go on a blind date.

Sonia noticed her reluctance and thought for a while before saying, “How about you tell your mom that you have to work overtime tomorrow?”

“I’m afraid that’s not going to work. I have already refused several times with the excuse of working, and my mother said that I should just resign if I have to work overtime this time around

-so I have to go.” Daphne sighed.

After hearing this, even Sonia was clueless on how to help her.

Daphne bowed slightly. “President Reed, I still have some pending work, so I will take my leave first.”

“Alright. Go ahead.” Sonia smiled and nodded. After Daphne left, she closed the invitation card and put it in the drawer before continuing to work on the documents on her desk.

The next day, Sonia asked Rebecca to choose a dress with her instead. The two of them walked into the dress shop named Wanika. The brand’s high quality was extremely popular among young women all over the world. As its design was also very exquisite, it made people fall in love with it at first glance.

Sonia stood in front of the dress stand, carefully looking through the dresses. Next to her, Rebecca seemed to have found a good one. She immediately stretched out her hand to take it and bring it over to Sonia. “President Reed, how about this one? I think it suits you well.”

“Really? Let me take a look.” Sonia turned around to look, only to see an off-shoulder long white dress in Rebecca’s hand.

The dress did not have too many intricate designs, but the fabric of the dress had a sheen to it, which was particularly eye-catching. If the light of the venue was dim, then this dress would be

the most dazzling of all.

“It’s not bad at all!” Sonia couldn’t hide her interest in the dress.

Rebecca handed it to her. “Shall we go and give it a try?”

Sonia nodded and agreed, “Okay!”

Just as she was about to ask the retail assistant next to her where the dressing room was, a familiar female voice suddenly rang from behind. “Miss Reed, would you mind giving me the dress in your hand?”

Sonia frowned upon hearing that voice. Similarly, the smile on Rebecca’s face suddenly disappeared. “President Reed, it’s Tina Gray.”

“I know.” Sonia looked at Tina and Cynthia, who were walking toward her, as she raised her eyebrows slightly.

In fact, Sonia was surprised to see Cynthia. Cynthia is already out?Well, if I were keeping track, she has indeed served her time, but she actually still chose to follow Tina again after she came out? It seems that she still takes Tina as a friend, but that is such a foolish thought. How could she not realize that Tina doesn’t even feel the same at all! she thought to herself.

“Do you want this dress?” Sonia looked at Tina, who was standing in front of her, and raised the dress in her hand.

Tina nodded. “Yes. I like it very much. I wonder if you’re willing to give it up for me, Miss Reed.”

She actually meant it—she really liked this dress. But of course, the truth was that she simply wanted to grab the dress that Sonia liked.

“Why should she?” Rebecca took a step forward to stand beside Sonia while she looked at Tina coldly. “We found this dress first. Don’t you not know the ‘first come, first served’ rule?”

 

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