"What do you mean, missed?" ,
Cindy glared in annoyance at the young man sitting on the sofa playing with the ring, she didn't expect Mayme that woman to be so lucky.
The young man was obviously in a good mood, a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, hooked Cindy's jaw, a wicked smile, said, "If I knew this day, why did I start?"
"I don't want you to worry about my business, just mind your own."
"Oh, I'm trying to mind my own business, it's just that ......" the young man pulled her into his arms and nibbled on her soft earlobe, his warm,hot breath spraying on Cindy's ear, his low, charming voice ringing out slowly. "Do you think if he knew that you left because of him, what do you think he would think of you?"
"Arson Williams, you don't want to go too far."
Cindy struggled to get up, but was circled tighter by the young man, "What, you want to run when you're done with it, what do you take me for?"
"You still have the nerve to say that if you hadn't drugged me in the first place, would I have become what I am today?"
"Is that so?"
"Ah ......"
Somehow the man's hand had reached her intimate area and Cindy couldn't help but cry out, her body soon following with a reaction.
"Heh, you'll always be more honest with your body than your mouth."
The words fell, Cindy's entire body was pressed underneath, the man did not have any prelude, lifted her skirt directly penetrate her body, fierce without a trace of gentleness.
"Ah ...... don't ......"
Cindy tried to break away from him, but her body couldn't help but cater to him, the maddening pleasure pushed her straight up into the clouds, the room was ambiguous and the temperature soared.
"How are things going with the investigation I asked you to do?"
Marcy asked with a flat face as she sat in her spacious office.
"It's true what the young master said, Cindy has been secretly meeting with the second young man in secret all this time, and every time she goes in, it's for most of the day."
If their young master hadn't asked them to keep a close eye on Cindy's movements, they would never have imagined that the woman who once loved the young master to death would betray their young master, and most importantly, that person would be their young master's brother.
"Young master, there's something else I want to report to you."
After hesitating for a while, Marks felt the need to say something about it.
"Our project with Ting Group in Iceland was snatched by Smith Group, and even our shipments over in Libya were directly intercepted by Smith Group."
Looking at Marcy's increasingly gloomy and handsome face, Marks secretly shouted in his heart that it was bad.
"Smith Group?"
"It's ...... it's ......"
"Since when do you even stutter?"
Marcy raised an eyebrow and spoke unhappily.
"It's Miss Karlsson's fiancé."
At the end of the sentence, Marks himself could not hear his own voice.
"Caelen?"
Marcy raised her eyebrows, the pen in her hand kept turning, her sharp eyes were obscure, she didn't know what she was thinking.
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