Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 810

"If she cares, I’ll give up completely and I’ll never have any illusions about you again," Yuliana Lynch said resolutely.

Gregory Graham nodded his head.

"Good. Remember what you said."

After he said that, he stood up from the couch.

"From today onwards, I’ll send someone to teach you something. Learn it by heart. It’ll be very useful when you go to Shimon Flinders' side in the future. You don't need to worry about anything else."

He then stepped forward and walked out.

Yuliana stood there and stared at his ruthlessly departing back. Her heart still felt a little dejected.

Even though she had promised to do so, she still could not help but feel a little paranoid.

She suddenly spoke up and asked, "Gregory! Can I ask you one more question?"

Gregory stopped in his tracks, frowned ever so slightly, and looked back at her.

"Just ask."

Yuliana held back the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes and asked, "When you send me to Mr. Flinders, aren’t you worried that one day I would betray you?"

She thought that this question would make the man care a little.

Even if that kind of care for her was only as a pawn, and not as a man to a woman.

The truth was, no.

Nothing at all.

Even if she was just a pawn in his hand, he never cared. He was so indifferent as if nothing had happened.

He faintly said, "If you're capable of loving him and walking into his heart, even if you betray me, that's your ability. It has nothing to do with me."

Gregory then left without looking back after he said this.

Yuliana stood there dumbfounded.

Halfway through, she did not understand what he meant.

What did it mean that even if she betrayed him, it was fine?

Did she have no status at all in his heart? Was she that unimportant?

Yuliana suddenly felt like crying. She squatted down, raised her hands to cover her face, and bawled.

She did not know how long she had been like that.

When she got tired of crying, she got up and dragged her feet step by step to go outside.

At the same time, on the other side.

Since it was already late at night, Vickie Thomas waved off Andrea and turned off the lights just as she was about to go to bed.

At that moment, there was a sound by the window.

Who was she? She was the infamous number one assassin with exceptional hearing and vision.

Although it was only a slight noise, she still noticed it and opened her eyes at once. She looked towards the window and shouted, "Who’s there?"

The window opened and a shadow leaped in with a whoosh.

Vickie's heart tightened and suddenly remembered her previous car accident. Her eyes grew cold and subconsciously reached for the dart under her pillow.

The shadow leaped into the room and looked around, perhaps because his eyes had not yet adjusted to the darkness, so he did not move hastily.

Just at this moment, Vickie raised her hand and threw a few darts with a swish.

The other party was surprised and dodged the darts with a few flips and side-turns.

Vickie was shocked as she realized that the person was a skilled fighter and that she might not be able to fight him with her half-crippled body and all her injuries, so the only thing she could do was to scream for help.

At that moment, the other party seemed to have guessed her intention and pounced over to the bed.

She was horrified and intuitively opened her jaw to bite the hand that was covering her mouth.

Vickie just glared at him coldly. None of the lights were turned on so she could not see the man's expression, but she felt like the man must have had one of his playful, flirtatious smiles on his face that was just so punchable.

She was in no mood for nonsense and yelled. "Say it! Why did you come here?"

Gregory saw that she finally got back to the point and stopped messing around. He just laughed lightly.

"I heard that you came to see me this evening because you had something to discuss with me?"

Vickie paused.

Yes, at that time, she did recall an important matter that she wanted to speak to him about.

Thus, she went over after she asked for his whereabouts.

When she got there, she saw Harold standing guard outside the lounge door and he told her that Gregory was inside.

Perhaps Harold had gotten orders to let her go wherever she wanted, so he did not stop her. Then later, she saw that intimate scene.

As soon as she pictured them together, the fire that Vickie had suppressed with difficulty rose again.

She sneered.

"There was indeed something going on, but I think we can just forget about it. Big Boss Graham, you don’t even have time to take care of your woman, so how could you have the heart to listen to me? I'll take care of my own business so I won't bother you. You can leave!"

After she said this, she rolled over to her side and laid down with her back facing him.

These words carried a hint of bitterness.

Needless to say, Gregory heard it as well.

He raised his eyebrows and was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he plopped down and lied next to her. Then faintly said, "Fine, if you don't want to tell me, then sleep."

The man's breath enveloped her from behind. Soon after, his strong and powerful arms came over her and landed heavily on her waist.

Vickie only felt that her head was about to explode!

She screamed, turned around, and said furiously, "Gregory Graham! What are you doing!?"