President's Substitute Wife novel Chapter 349

Monica clearly called out my name, indicating that she knew at least some things.

In that case, I wouldn’t run away.

I couldn’t escape.

I squeezed the phone and calmly said, “OK, tell me the location.”

“I’ll send it to you.”

Monica finished and hung up.

In less than a minute, I received an address.

It was an afternoon tea restaurant on the second floor of a hotel.

I got up and looked at Linda. “I’m sorry. I may be very busy these days. This studio...”

“Don’t worry. I can handle it.” Linda interrupted me and picked up a resume and said, “one of the people who recently submitted a resume is a former employee of the Giant group. Do you know her?”

When she finished, I took my resume and looked at it.

I couldn’t help laughing when I saw the picture before I saw the name.

“Chloe.”

I saw the name after I said it. It was really her.

“Look at the bottom of her resume.”

Linda reminded me.

I found Chloe at the bottom of her resume saying, “two goddesses, I adore you!”

I couldn’t help laughing.

Just now I was upset by the news and Monica, but now Chloe’s words made me feel a lot happier.

I put Chloe’s resume on the table and looked at Linda. I put my hands together and put them in front of me. “Can we hire her, Linda?”

“How can I disagree if you speak for her?”

Linda picked up the phone that was just installed in the studio and started to make a call.

When I went out with my bag, the phone was connected. I heard Linda seriously say to the person on the other side of the phone, “Hello, this is Swallowtail Butterfly. Are you Chloe, please?”

Her words made me laugh and I closed the door.

Chloe was one of the few colleagues I got along well at Universe design co. LTD. I was glad she could come.

I took a taxi and soon got to the restaurant where Monica said the afternoon tea restaurant was.

I went to the second floor and looked around at the restaurant. Monica hadn’t come yet, so I found a table in the corner and sat down.

I ordered myself a cup of coffee.

About half an hour later Monica arrived.

It was cold today. She was wearing a long knitted dress and a thick dark coat. Her long hair was at the back of her head and she had an expensive platinum bag in her hand.

When she came in, a few rich ladies in the restaurant were looking at her.

Most of these women had no jobs and were not sensitive to many things, but they were sensitive to these luxuries.

They knew these were good things.

Monica, of course, felt the eyes of the people around her. She raised her chin and proudly walked through the crowd and finally sat in front of me.

This restaurant was full of sofas.

She put the bag beside her and ordered a pot of fruit tea.

When the waiter left, she looked at me and said angrily, “June, why does Carter Family keep pestering my son?”