Love Contract with CEO novel Chapter 43

The company was in a mess. Mary sent a message to Kevin, saying that she was recuperating and that the company's board of directors would take care of it.

She was just a small assistant under the name of 'the CEO's wife'. She was tired and wanted to be an ostrich.

Sunday, the airport hall of A-city was crowded with people, and the planes landed steadily one by one.

Two tall men wearing sunglasses walked out of the hall and headed for the VIP lounge.

"I'll ask the driver to send you back later."

"Okay."

When they entered the lounge, two men had just sat down.

"OK, everyone," the host's funny tone came from the TV, "check today's headline. The AJ Group was involved in the dismantling accident, and the wife of the CEO was involved in the dubious relationship with the artist of their company. Their circle is really unpredictable. Watch the video."

"Mary, are you okay?" In the video, Victor was pulling up the fallen Mary.

"I'm fine." Mary smiled at him.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Kevin angrily waved his fist at the camera.

"What a mess!" The screen turned back to the host, "but what's more surprising is that the CEO of AJ Group, William, hasn't shown up in everyone's view. What's the reason? At present, AJ Group hasn't given any response..."

The host's voice seemed to be getting farther and farther, and the lounge was silent.

"It seems that a lot of things have happened during our absence!" Frank said with a hint of banter.

Squinting his eyes, William clenched her fists. His knuckles had turned pale. He spit out a few words fiercely, "Mary..."

"You are busy now."

Without saying anything for a long time, William stared at the TV, almost leaving a hole in it.

"You can leave later. I have to go back first." William grabbed his suit jacket and was about to leave.

"William!" Frank stood up at once and held his arm. His eyes were cold. "Are you going back in such a hurry for the company or for Mary? !"

"It's the same." William glanced at him.

"You are deceiving yourself." Frank shook off William's hand, turned around and never looked at him again.

"Behave yourself." After saying that, William couldn't wait to open the door and rush out.

"Well, fine." Only Frank was left in the lounge. He watched TV with a sad and sarcastic smile on his face. 'You still don't want to? You still don't want to take me to Norway, don't you?'

At the Floor 20 Kirin International Community.

Mary stood by the window with the phone and looked coldly at the group of reporters who were driven out of the community. The high-end community was good and efficient. She called the security personnel to send them out. Just one call brought the security personnel here.

If she had known it earlier, she would have called him earlier. Or she would not have been hungry for two days.

After a while, Mary felt tired and hungry. It took her a long time to find a box of instant noodles.

Tomorrow was Monday. No matter what happened ahead, she had to rush forward.

Night fell. A red Porsche sped into Kylin International.

With instant noodles in her arms, Mary sat on the sofa and watched the news. There was only news about her on TV.

Click! Click

When she was eating happily, she suddenly heard the door open, and there was only the sound of TV buzzing in the room. All of a sudden, all kinds of pictures of burglary came to Mary's mind.

She was so scared that she didn't dare to move. If she wanted someone to rush over, she would smash him to death with instant noodles.

The door was opened at once. With her hands clenched, Mary turned around reflexively.

Standing at the door with his hair a little messy, William was worn out.

Mary felt that her brain stopped spinning in an instant. She could only stare at him without blinking. Was the man at the door really William? Did he really come back?

William also looked at her without blinking his cold eyes. When he slightly turned his eyes and saw the instant noodles on the table, the coldness in his eyes suddenly turned into burning anger.

He strode over and stared at Mary.

The voice on the TV gradually became clear.

With his head on her shoulder, he murmured, "I don't know where to start. Let bygones be bygones."