- Chapter167.
- Evan called me at this time…
- He wanted me to go back to the company?
- I pulled over and answered the phone, “Hello, Mr.. Jones.”
- “Come to my office.”
- A calm yet serious voice came from the other end.
- “…Okay.”
- Hanging up, I drove back, parked, and went back upstairs. After putting my bag in my office, I went straight to Evan’s office. Standing at the door, I evened my breathing before knocking..
- Evan was closing his laptop and standing up. He glanced up, his tone laced with detached amusement.“How remarkably punctual you are with clocking out.”
- I froze. Did he see me leave? Impossible–his office door had been shut, and I’d checked twice before slipping away. Then realization dawned: my flushed cheeks and slightly tousled hair betrayed me.
- “I had something to do today, so I left on time.”
- I added “on time,” emphasizing that while I left at the exact time, I didn’t leave early.
- “Is it critical?”
- Evan asked casually. He went to the clothes rack, took his suit, and slowly put it on, a commonplace act that exuded elegance and refinement.
- “My priorities align with yours, Mr. Jones.” I replied with a smile.
- Evan adjusted his cuffs, those damned peach–blossom eyes softening to liquid amber.“Should your personal urgent matters require attention…”
- His tone was gentle. The velvet threat beneath his tone could suffocate kittens.
- Peach–blossom eyes my ass–those are Venus flytraps disguised as ocular organs.
- “Your agenda first, Mr. Jones.” My smile could freeze molten steel.
- “Commendable professionalism.” His approval slithered like a snake through tall grass.
- Code red. Trap confirmed.
- The CEO’s opening salvo had been laced with frost–how could subsequent concern be genuine? His “urgent matters” probe was merely loyalty litmus paper.
- This man built psychological labyrinths for sport, luring prey into velvet–lined oubliettes. A natural candidate for transnational fraud.
- Evan stated his reason for calling me back.“There’s a last–minute business reception; accompany me.”
- He grabbed his phone and headed out. I followed.
- Last–minute? Who agrees to a last–minute invitation without prior notice? Who is this mysterious person?
- Outside, Zach was approaching from the assistant’s room. “Mr. Jones.”
- “Nothing else today; you can go home.”
- Evan said, continuing to walk.
- Zach was happy to leave, but then he saw the lifeless expression on my face. He turned back and asked, “What’s wrong?”
- “I have to accompany him to a business reception.”
- “There’s no such arrangement in today’s schedule.”
- “There is now.”
- Menu
- We whispered for a few minutes. In front of the elevator, Evan stood with his back to us. The elevator arrived; he went in first, we followed.
- I was a bit sullen. If the lunch incident hadn’t happened, I would’ve been happy to go with him. With my new identity, I could rebuild relationships with people I knew and didn’t know.
- But today, I had something more important to do. After the initial anger, I’d been thinking about the letter of forgiveness. I’d already formulated a plan, and wanted to discuss it with Sherry.
- Zach, noticing my gloomy expression, boldly spoke to Evan, “Mr. Jones, perhaps I should accompany you to the reception.”
- “I want a female companion; are you female?” Evan checked the time, replying blandly.
- Zach was speechless. But you’ve never brought a female companion before!
- Evan turned to Zach, who looked somewhat aggrieved. “You want to be my female companion? Fine. I’ll pay for the best doctor, you can fly to Thailand.”
- As we exited the elevator, Zach gave me a “I tried my best” look.
- I nodded solemnly. I knew it was not something he could decide. If he’d said more, the heartless boss would’ve reprimanded him. Who would dare to resist? I wouldn’t dare either. Zach was a good guy, but he worked for Evan. We parted in the parking garage; Zach, who almost had to fly to Thailand, was about to hit the nightclub to relieve
- stress.
- I walked toward Evan’s car, texting Sherry: Something came up; I’ll come to your place tonight. Sherry didn’t reply; she was probably busy.
- Reaching the car, I naturally headed for the driver’s seat. Someone was already inside.
- “Hi.”
- A young, handsome man with short, sharp black hair waved and smiled, showing a row of white teeth. A small black cross hung from his earlobe; he wore a white T–shirt, and tattoos from his neck to his arms made me think… Has the car been hijacked by thugs?
- But this thug… he looked familiar.
- “Is he handsome?”
- Evan bent down behind me, looking at the thug.
- I ignored his teasing.“Who is he?”
- “The driver. Isn’t it obvious?”
- “…Sure.”
- I stopped asking and opened the back seat.“Mr. Jones, please.”
- Evan got in. The door slammed shut. He looked at the woman who was going around to the passenger seat, his expression darkening.
- I got in and greeted the driver, “Hello.”
- “Hello. I’m Cody Swift. You can just call me Cody.” Cody greeted me back.
- “…Okay, Mr. Swift.”
- “Cody.” He corrected.
- “Okay, Cody.”
- “Or the handsome Cody, it’s up to you.”
- I put on my earphones and ignored him. Cody gave up on talking to me.
- Мена
- I quickly touched up my makeup. Perhaps because of the lingering issue, I was distracted. Arriving at the hotel, I asked who the last–minute invitation was from.
- “Mark Keller.”
- “Him? You two are good friends?”
- “Not really.”
- “Then why did you come?”
- I didn’t understand.
- Evan turned, his smile harmless.“No reason, just wanted to socialize.”
- I don’t believe you.
- I was sure he did everything for a reason. But I believed him about his relationship with Mark being so–so. During their last golf game, I sensed their interactions were purely professional, not the kind that would lead to last–minute invitations. This meant his purpose wasn’t Mark, but someone else.
- Evan put his hand on the back of my head, his smile wide.“It’s not that complicated.”
- Then it must be very complicated!
- Taking a few steps forward, I realized how close we were and I was completely unaware.
- I moved a few steps away, slightly startled. Touching my hair, I said, “Um, I understand.”
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- We went up to the floor with a large terrace. As soon as we entered, we attracted everyone’s attention. I saw a familiar. face in the crowd.
Infidelity His English Novel Chapter 167
Infidelity His English Novel Chapter 167
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Infidelity His English Novel
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