One night Two babies by Liz Pinelis novel Chapter 710

'Okay, but what's the stakes?'

Someone asked.

And this was what everyone was most concerned about, after all, if they could not get the stakes, they were not that interested in participating.

A man smiled and then typed 'A bottle of Louis XIII.'

'Louis XIII! Good, quite a big game, okay, I'll bet.'

'I bet on that too.'

The others responded and all joined in the bet.

Then everyone put down their phones and stared at Stanley.

Stanley answered the call, his thin lips open as he called out a title, "My wife."

Those two words instantly brought mixed emotions to the room.

The joy was for those who guess the outcome and win the bet.

And the sad was for the ones who guessed wrong and lost the bet.

The group would have to buy a bottle of Louis XIII each and give it to the people who won the bet.

But they are all high levels, and they are all rich. A bottle of Louis XIII is a bit expensive, but it's not something they can't afford, so soon these people are relieved.

On the main seat of the conference table, Stanley was still there talking on the phone with Violet, which made everyone present jealous.

They had privately discussed before what the cold and heartless president would look like after falling in love, would he remain as cold as ever, or would he become gentle?

Now it proved to be the latter, and after the marriage, the president changed, becoming gentle and even spoke in a gentle tone.

Of course, it was only to the lady, not to them, and the attitude towards them remained as icy and cold as before.

It was surprising though, if someone had told them before that the president would become a gentle person when he fell in love and got married, they would never have believed it and would have thought that person must be playing a trick on them.

But as it turns out, there are some things that really have to be believed, and some people, when they fall in love and get married, are different.

Well yeah, that's the president they're talking about.

In the main seat, Stanley seemed to sense that the group was talking about him, his eyes narrowed slightly, then he said into the phone, "I know, take care of yourself, be safe, call me if there's anything wrong, and also, let me know when you come back, I'll pick you up at the airport."

"Okay." Violet nodded with a smile.

Stanley put down his phone and put it on the table, then narrowed his eyes and coldly scanned the group of people in the conference room, "Did you guys just talk about me?"

The crowd nodded their heads, "No, no, absolutely no!"

"Is that so?" Stanley pursed his lips, clearly not convinced.

The crowd rushed to explain, “Mr. Murphy, believe us, we really aren't talking about you."

Having said that, the weakness on their faces could not even be concealed.

Stanley grunted coldly, "Alright, the meeting continues."

He didn't mean to hold on to these people.

Because he knew very well that it was human nature to gossip, and being the manager of a group made it even more of an object for others to talk about gossip.

Plus, when he answered the phone, he didn't go out to answer it, so naturally these people were even more curious than usual, and it was normal that they couldn't help but gossip.

And even if he had gone out to answer the phone, these people would still be the same.

The meeting continued, and the crowd was greatly relieved to know that Stanley didn't bother with them.

They were really afraid that the president would take it up with them to the end and then end up finding out about them betting on him.

Otherwise, they must be finished.