FreeNovel"Graduated from a top university, really impressive resume," the assistant remarked.
But what he didn't realize was that he had only uncovered Jane's domestic resume.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAlaric was unimpressed. "What's the use of a resume? The Ferguson family has a long-standing legacy. Do we really need a wife's resto boost our image?" The assistant speculated, "Maybe Mr. Ferguson just likes her type?" Men have their preferences, after all. Slike red roses, others prefer gardenias.
This got Alaric thinking as he flipped through the files, "She's in Vista Town now, right?" "Yes." "Let's go, then." Alaric grabbed his car keys and stood up, ready to rush out the door. Every minute wasted was a minute closer to losing the project to a competitor, and he was determined to win.
"Mr. Alaric," the assistant hesitated, "the people there... we can't afford to offend them either." Alaric paused, "What do you mean?" It's just the founder of Janedream. And he wasn't going to do anything drastic, just persuade or possibly coerce Jane into coming back to RiverCity to continue being Mrs. Ferguson.
The assistant handed him a phone with a new message, "Do you know who owns the house Jane is staying in Vista Town?" "Who?" Seeing the message, Alaric slapped his thigh in frustration, "A Ford? Wasn't he supposed to be dead two years ago? Even if Jane had something to do with him, am I supposed to be scared of a dead man?" "There are rumors he's not dead," the assistant continued. "SZ Technology, that's his." Alaric's vision darkened, "What? Is this reliable?" "It seems reliable; it cfrom our partners in Vista Town." After the assistant finished, he asked, "So... maybe we shouldn't go after Jane?" "Let's go!" With narrowed eyes, Alaric strode out.
Relationships that afford living arrangements can be complex.
A patriarch like Ford isn't known for passing the buck.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRather than being a secret mistress, being officially brought into the family as Mrs. Ferguson would surely be a more stable position.
When I shared this with Bella, she seemed surprised. But having seen her share of tough times, she regained her composure.
"So, your father has been treating you poorly since you were a child?" "Not exactly."
I'm usually not keen on discussing my past, but around her, I felt an m unusual sense of openness, "Actually, my parents adoredas a child. It was only in the last few years that I discovered I was adopted." "Were you lost as a child?" "Not exactly."
I shook my head, a bitter taste in my mouth, "At the time, it seems I was kidnapped by my biologicalfather's current wife. Nmanaged to escape, and my adoptive parents saved me... After that, sevents causedto lose many years of memories." Bella tensed up, as if struck by a thought. "She kidnapped you, and your father did nothing?" "I don't know why..."
I hesitated, "It seems my biological father wasn't too fond ofeither. Perhaps it had something to do with my biological mother." Bella spoke with sympathy, "Have you ever thought about looking for her?" "Of course, I have." I sighed softly. "But I don't even know where to start. I even lost the only thing she left me.' X
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