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President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 583

However, Max actually admitted that this woman was his girlfriend.

This news came as a bombshell, which astonished them.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? Kick them out right now!” Max shouted at the curator. Sam’s face was ashen and wet with sweat. He snapped, “Are you deaf? Mr. Nixon just bought the place. Get away from here!”

Jasmyn and the other women looked at each other, ashen-faced and they left in despair.

Hunt smiled obsequiously, “Mr. Nixon. The procedure of purchasing…”

“Do it right now!”

“Of course! Consider it done.”

Hunt took out his cell phone and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Laura felt ashamed, then she pulled at Max’s sleeve and whispered, “Max, forget it.”

Max looked down at Laura with his lips tight shut.

“Max Nixon……” Laura called him again.

Max remained silent.

Laura had to play her trump card and said in a gentle tone, “Max…

Sure enough, the corner of his lips twisted, and he began to soften. He said in a low voice, “I told you, you are my woman. It will be a shame for me if you get bullied. I should do something to warn these people, you understand?”

To warn them?

Laura paused, lost in thought.

As Max Nixon’s girlfriend, she would probably be a regular presence at some upper-class events. So he did it to save her from being picked on in the future. So he was trying to build her some personal prestige.

Laura ducked her head, tight-lipped. Her mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

He didn’t always seem to be a pain in the neck.

The museum staff quickly brought some documents over. Hunt asked Max to sign, but Max handed it to Laura.

“Sign them!”

Laura compressed her lips and did what he said.

After she signed, Hunt also signed his name. Then he brought over the letter of assignment.

“Miss Davis, you’re gonna own this place from now on. Do you have anything particular in mind to change about this place?”

Laura looked up at Max.

However, he was expressionless, putting an air of being at her disposal.

She thought about it for a while and smiled, “I heard that your original intention of setting up the museum was to encourage young people to pay attention to science and technology and to support the development of it. So why don’t we keep it as it is?”

“I’m gonna keep this letter of assignment, but you should keep running this place and donate all profits to the research foundation. Anyway, do it the way you did it before.”

Sam was obviously surprised. Then he looked at Laura gratefully.

“Got it, Miss Davies.”

She threw Sam a faint smile, then she turned to Max, “Is that OK?”

Max’s eyes softened considerably. He petted her head and said, “You are the boss.”

Hunt personally saw them out of the museum.

By this time, it was evening. No sooner had they got in the car that Max’s phone rang.

Max picked it up and looked at it. However, Laura was in a position where she couldn’t see who was calling.

But she saw his forehead was bunched in a frown.

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