Mr. Jones, You Have the Wrong Wife!
night of
ulating that this were already countless nights of
riginally hers. If Scarlet showed the slightest reluctance,
arned high-paying j
door of the president's office, but there was no resp
lanned to hand it over to Spencer first th
or, she looked up and saw so
encer be taking the exclu
ys seen in public. His handsome face seemed unapproachable, the face that often appe
and watery gaze swept over, which scared her in
?" Spencer took the
and magnetic, like the most mell
working overtime tonight, she rummaged throu
meaningful gaze falling on her, "Is thi
ded, her conflicted expression on her face being noticed by Spen
who didn't know how to please their superiors,
are not within your scope of work." Afte
instinctively grabbing onto something next to her. When she realized it was Spencer's arm, she
urned pale
lips, about to speak, when the elevator sud
et out a sharp scream and d
cer:
ms was unexpectedly
ake button. Fortunately, the elevator finally stopped on the sixth floor. The security department's
undings f
r back, hesitated to let g
voice sounded ominously,
iping the sweat from her palm on her skirt. "E
her coldly, withh
concealed behind thick black-framed glasses had sparkli
by the time the elevator was f
man alone might fe
it for the last bus, a black Maybach stopped in front of he
t i
wouldn't dare to get in Spencer's car. His eyes in the ele
friend is coming to pick me up. I won't talk about tonight's
r expressionlessly, a
eart
made a face at th
rearview mirror, then looked at Spencer's eyes squinting slightl
before Scarlet was fi
crossed some boundaries, who
d expressionless as
d, "By the way, Mr. Jones, today is the day to
rence mentioned by the driver was, and pressed his temples.
iver n
n Scarlet returned hom
see her cousin Kira getting into a Maybach w
t, trying to recall where s