Something came across Josephine’s mind, making her turn her head and ask, “I have an interview form that requires your signature.” “What kind of interview is so great that it needs the wife of Mr. Quarles to conduct in person?” Ethan asked as he chuckled deeply.
Upon hearing that, Josephine burst out laughing. “I have to! So, are you gonna sign it or not?” Kissing her on the neck, Ethan said, “Alright! I have no problem giving you my life anyway. So of course, I will sign the form for you.”
However, Josephine didn’t want him to give her his life. All she wanted was to be with him for the rest of her life. Besides, she didn’t feel like going into the office either today, considering not even the most body-wrapping clothes could cover the hickeys on her neck. She had no intention to be the talk of everyone in the company. “Did you ask your bodyguards to beat Dane up yesterday?” Josephine asked. “Will that put you in trouble then?”
“No, it won’t. In fact, not only will I make him get hospitalized, but I will also take legal action against him.” Anger flashed across Ethan’s eyes as he spoke these words. A sc*mbag like Dane doesn’t deserve to have a place in this world!
Josephine was infuriated as well. A b*stard like Dane probably must have harmed a lot of young ladies before. He should be imprisoned for his action!
At noon, Ethan took her out to the restaurant for lunch. Although Josephine didn’t have to go into the office, work was still unavoidable. She had a cup of coffee to go and came back home. Ethan went out to deal with some affairs, and she, on the other hand, enjoyed her cup of coffee. Sitting in front of the huge French window on the first floor, Josephine sipped her coffee while working. This is precisely my dream work scenario!
Meanwhile, an international flight had just landed at the international airport. In the first- class cabin, a young lady with a pair of sunglasses was looking out the window. She seemed to wonder what charm this city had that could make a man like Ethan not want to leave.
“Miss, do you need help?” The stewardess came forth and asked enthusiastically. “No, thank you,” the young lady rejected in a rather cold voice. Then, she picked up her expensive bag and got off the plane. The stewardesses behind her looked at each other. “Is she a model? I seem to have seen her before.”
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