Chapter 22 She smiled, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
All Gale could think about was escaping and protecting the child in her stomach. Now that she was safe, she realized her body was sore, her back soaked with sweat.
Her heart finally calmed down after seeing Shawn.
She was safe.
“Why do you run into trouble whenever you disappear from my sight?” Shawn lowered his head deeply and asked, “Can‘t you just stay by my side?” When he returned to the office after the meeting, Fiona asked him what he wanted for lunch so that she could order food.
He thought of Gale.
As a result, Fiona went to the jewelry department and learned that Susan had brought someone into the company and had taken Gale away. Shawn came immediately.
Gale replied, “I am not at fault. I stayed at the office and worked.”
Shawn‘s eyes were cold as he looked up at Susan.
Susan immediately changed her expression and pretended to be innocent. “Gale scolded me, saying that I was a junior, a lowly, and a watchman. I only wanted to teach her a lesson.”
It was the first time Gale had seen such an annoying, lying girl! How fake! What a liar! Gale explained, “I didn‘t! Shawn, ...”
“Shut up.”
Gale bit her lips.
Those who are not loved are not valued.
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Susan immediately became full of confidence. “Mr. Wood, she scolded me first. You would be angry too if you heard what she said to me!”
“Shut up too!”
“But...”
Shawn reprimanded, “You are the first person to have ever broken into someone‘s company and kidnapped someone. If I had not rushed over, the ones standing here would have been the police!”
Susan said, “I know you won‘t let me get caught.”
Gale lowered her head and looked at her toes.
Her heart sank.
Sure enough , Shawn‘s face also became ugly. “You can leave as well!”
Susan walked over quickly and pulled at the corner of his shirt. “Ah? Mr. Wood, are you mad at me...”
Shawn frowned as he could not help but get angry. “Go home and think about what you have done.” Shawn
shook her off.
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