The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 90

Olive raised her head slightly. "I'm just imitating you. These are all what Miss Meyer taught me. There is an old saying that even a worm will turn. Don't regard me as a simple student five years ago. Of course, you have to be a little tougher and you can deal with me directly. However, I have to tell you one thing. I had written everything in the Facebook including the truth of that year and your recent threats. The account number and password all kept by one of my friend abroad. If I had an accident, three days later, the contents will be sent to Alan."

The wicked still had to resort to evil tactics.

It turned out that when this day really came, it was not as terrible as her imagined.

Was it because she thought too much before, or did she feel inferior because of the difference between she and him ?

Or did she suddenly feel frustrated when she saw him eager to get engaged with Ophelia Meyer and go abroad?

At noon, Mr. Geve knocked on Olive's office door and stood at the door, laughing like a Maitreya Buddha. "Will I disturb your work?"

Olive put aside the documents and got up quickly. She smiled and invited him in. "It's natural for the boss to inspect the work. How dare I say bother?"

"Let me first affirm that I am not here to inspect your work. As you are here, the old man is at ease."

Olive said, "How could you say that. You are not old Mr. Geve. If you really get old but you are strong and experienced. You will never be worse than youngsters."

"Ha-ha, look at your sweet mouth. You will coax my old man. I have to admit that I’m old. At sixty,it was my first cycle of life. It's not like you young people.” Mr. Geve sighed.

"Although we are young, we are inexperienced and we have to learn more from you." Olive was not flattery but it was real.

"Well, look at you. The more you talk about it, the more energetic we are. We're not flattering. How about having a meal with my old man, today?" Mr. Geve smiled.

"OK." Olive simply tidied up her desk and accompanied him to the Chinese restaurant of the hotel's.

The waiter quickly delivered the dishes.

"You young people like to eat Western food, but I don't like that stuff. Steak is always half cooked and leaves are raw, so I'm not used to it," Goldman said. Would you mind having Chinese food today?

"What do you say, Mr. Geve? I'm a real Chinese. How could I don't love Chinese food? Besides, there are too many rules for eating western food. You have to get the right knife, fork and spoon. It's so easy to make a pair of chopsticks like Chinese people. Olive lifted up her chopsticks and put a few fish balls for Mr. Geve.

Mr. Geve also ladled her a bowl of soup. "You can eat it. This soup nourishes the face and nourishes the blood. It's suitable for you girls."

"Mr. Geve even knows that. Mrs. Geve must be very happy." Olive laughed.

"Woman is for loving, but Olive, I haven't seen you make a boyfriend for so long. Your age won’t be too young. You're not afraid to change that popular word among younger people..." Mr. Geve rubbed his forehead and thought hard.

Olive said for him, "Leftover women."