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My Runaway Wife Is A Bigshot

[As escaped bride x a cold and domineering CEO husband] This was a risk that came at the cost of sincerity. What would you do if your husband did not love you and hid secrets from you? "Get out!" A deep and cold voice suddenly exploded in her ears, sounding especially unhappy. “Get lost!” That person's voice was cold and sinister. In the few years they spent time together, all he ever said to her was to harshly chase her away as if she were something dirty. On the other hand, she chose to continue throwing herself into his arms because other than love, there were more important things awaiting her. She wanted to establish a horizon she could call her own. Five years later, Aria Grant returned to the country to investigate the truth behind her sister's death. She even brought back the precious daughter born of him and her. After returning to the country, she found out that her elder sister's death was closely related to George Flack. To find out the truth behind her sister's death, what kind of entanglement would occur between the two? How would they choose between love and hate?

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Chapter 237: Eye Color_3

The young lady didn't know what to do, so she could only apologize first: "I'm sorry, Mr. Flack. Please wait for a moment. I'll ask my boss again. He said he would be back soon, but I didn't expect him to be back so late."

After the young lady finished speaking, she was about to make a phone call, but she couldn't bring herself to call. Since the senior just taught her to observe words and expressions, does that mean the boss doesn't want to meet Mr. Flack?

Is that what it means? If the boss really meant that, but she kept thoughtlessly making phone calls, the boss would probably be mad at her, wouldn't he?

So even though the young lady promised George Flack to ask the boss again, she actually didn't ask the boss at all.

George Flack was still waiting there, and everyone in the company knew he had been waiting for the boss all morning. Naturally, gossip abounded.