Chapter 3008 - 3017: If It Were You, Would You Agree?
Chapter 3008: Chapter 3017: If It Were You, Would You Agree?
"I’ll say it again, hand over the phone to him, whether he takes it or not is his business." Skye Lawrence was never an ordinary woman; her looks, her capability, her strong aura all stemmed from the Lawrence Corporation.
The female secretary couldn’t withstand her pressure.
Despite her reluctance, she still carried the phone to the bathroom door and knocked, "President Oscar, it’s Madam’s call."
She originally thought Oscar wouldn’t pick up.
After all, no man enjoys being checked on by his wife while out having fun. Especially since she heard that the current President’s wife had a falling out with her family. Without a powerful family backing her, it seemed that the relationship between the President’s wife and the President wasn’t great. The President might not give the Madam any face.
What she never expected was that the next second, the bathroom door opened. A man with only a towel around his waist walked out of the bathroom, directly reaching out to take the phone.
The female secretary watched him take the phone and brush past her, the air still infused with the scent of men’s body wash, the lingering fragrance was enough to stir one’s heart...
She rubbed her flushed cheeks, her heartbeat accelerated, eagerly anticipating the potential romantic encounters that might occur later.
Oscar put the phone to his ear, not even glancing at the woman following him, his voice low and mellow, "Hello."
Skye Lawrence finished a cigarette, picked up the Red Wine glass and swirled it again, hearing the man’s voice coming from the other end of the phone, she felt a trace of loneliness, "Did you see the envelope I left on your desk this morning?"
"I had a meeting this morning, left quite early, didn’t notice it. Did you leave me an envelope?"
Skye took a sip of Red Wine, the rich flavor sliding down her throat, her nails painted with enticing nail polish resting seductively on the table, "Oh, you didn’t see it?"
Oscar sensitively sensed something wrong in her voice, frowned and asked, "What’s in the envelope?"
"Nothing, just a check-up report." Skye nonchalantly tapped her nails on the table, looking captivatingly desolate, "You can look at it when you come back."
Her indifferent attitude made the anger in Oscar’s chest surge again, he replied with a similar cold tone, "If it’s not important, why are you calling me? Don’t tell me you care about my whereabouts?"
"If I say I care, would you believe me?" Skye retorted, her strong style exactly matching her usual personality.
Oscar didn’t want to argue with her, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up. I’m not coming back tonight, you sleep slowly by yourself."
Skye called him after ten o’clock at night, a time suggestively enough, and the one who answered was a woman. In this context, when he said he wasn’t coming back, every adult knew what it meant.
Before he hung up, Skye stopped him, "I called you today to ask, what would it take for you to listen to me and stop?"
They had discussed this issue more than once, initially he would question her why she wanted him to stop, was it for her baby brother. Later, he became numb to it, no longer wanting to talk about it, "Heh, impossible! Do you know what you are saying? You’re asking me to inexplicably give up the President position of the Oscar Group, such an absurd demand. If you were me, would you agree?"