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