Chapter 186, Unable to Control Your Emotions
Black suit, black shirt, black leather shoes, Uriah came from the front in the night.
He looked at her, his eyes as ink, as deep as the sky, endless.
Alva’s face turned cold in an instant.
Like a hedgehog, her spikes stood up at this moment, and then, walked past Uriah.
She still hated him, and this hatred had reached her bones. She would question him in her dreams.
But reality is reality, if you are weak, you will only be crushed.
She can only work hard and strive to make herself strong.
Strong enough to get rid of Uriah himself.
As long as she is alive, this is her goal.
The goal of this lifetime.
A cool breeze blew past Uriah, and he stopped, two seconds later, and stepped into the CEO’s room.
Ambrose was looking at the papers sent by his secretary, heard the door open, and looked over.
Seeing Uriah, he smiled.
“I knew it was you.”
Only Uriah would come in without knocking.
Ambrose closed the file, pressed the inside line, “Make two cups of coffee and come in.”
“Okay, Ambrose.”
Ambrose came over, sat down on the sofa, looked at Uriah, smiled and said, “Don’t tell me you came to Paris specifically to pick up those two dresses.”
Uriah looked at him. “What if I say yes?”
“Then you must be lying.”
He is Uriah, a famous workaholic in the business world.
A workaholic would waste his time on a meaningless thing, which is definitely not the style of a workaholic.
So, he is definitely lying.
Uriah is noncommittal.
The secretary brought in two cups of coffee and left.
Uriah took a sip of coffee and said, “How’s the new brand going?”
His voice was indifferent, as usual.
Ambrose laughed.
Uriah rarely asked about AK, and he didn’t even bother to ask if it wasn’t necessary.
Now even ask about the new brand.
It reminded him of when he had recommended Alva to him a month
Unable to Control Your Emotions
earlier.
Ambrose did not answer but asked, “Uriah, I heard a report some time. ago that Jackson is getting engaged on the ninth day of this month, and the person he is getting engaged to is your Alva, is this true?”
Uriah put down the coffee cup and looked at him, “What, are you interested in gossip now?”
Ambrose was helpless, “I’m not interested in gossip, but if this gossip is related to my company, I have to gossip.”
Saying that, he paused, looked at him, and smiled, “You know, Alva is now the designer of AK.”
“Oh, she’s important?”
Uriah leaned back, sinking into the sofa, his legs overlapped, and a lazy but dare not underestimate aura spread out.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Let Love Takes Away All This Pain By Jenna Writes