I learned from his expression that he wanted to crush me, and the woman he having dinner with was shocked to death.
But it had nothing to do with me. There was nothing more pragmatic than to be full.
I used a knife and fork on my desk, and his things had not been touched. They were sanitary.
I art half full, raised my head. He stood still looking at me, “What do you what? Say it!"
Good, I liked direct people.
I took out the invoice and slapped it on the table. He looked at it. It was forty-two dollars and fifty-seven cents.
"That's all you wanted?" It was incredible.
A rich man of course it was not a big deal, but it was of great use for me.
He felt all over his body and told me, "My assistant is at the door. You can get him later."
"No hurry." I smiled and showed him the refund form.
He gave a frowning look. "You returned everything I bought for you and then came to ask me for money?"
"Smart." I said, “You bought them for me, so I have the right to control. I chose to return them, but the refund has been returned to your card. Alipay or WeChat?" I picked up the mobile phone, “It’s up to you."
He looked at me seriously and did not smile.
In fact, he was intimidating when he did not smile, letting people’s leg involuntarily shiver.
But I didn't.
I was a woman. He was a gentlemen and he can't beat me.
So I was not afraid of him.
He looked at me for a moment and said, “Go to my assistant."
“Ok.” I put the phone away, stuffed the half quail into my mouth and walked out, clutching it in the waiter's startled eyes.
The assistant was having pasta in the car outside the door. That's what assistant was supposed to do. He can't share a restaurant with the boss.
I tapped on the window and he opened it and looked up.
"Did Mr. Knight tell you? He owns me sixty-nine thousand eight hundred and forty-two dollars and fifty-seven cents."
His phone rang. He looked down at it and understood.
He got out of the car and transferred the money to me.
This money was enough for me to slowly look for a job.
But the most important thing now was to have abortion.
I shook my phone at my assistant, “Thanks."
I got into a taxi without looking back.
This was the last time I looked for Calvin. I said to myself that from today on, whether he was the father of my child or not, I would never look for him again.
I wanted to find out the truth. I didn't want to get confused.
Now, since I had no ability to figure it out. I did not want to tangle with Calvin any longer.
He thought I am a woman like I'm just like Elena and all those other women.
He was handsome and rich, but it had nothing to do with me.
I didn’t have the intention to get close to a rich man. If did, I would not have married Daniel.
I bought a lot of snacks and planned to watch TV shows.
However, I saw Elena's car in front of the villa.
As I turned to run, she screamed as she rushed toward me and grabbed my arm. "Josephine, you fox!"
Could she change the way she called me? She only used one word to call me. It was so uncreative.
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