Divorced but Delighted By Millie Huffman

Divorced but Delighted Chapter 130

Chapter 130 I Admit Her

Jason held the pastries in his arms and fell silent.

He wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. He looked up at Ryan and saw that he was holding a tablet and his phone. It looked like he was arguing with someone with a keyboard.

After a long silence, Jason felt that as an employee of the Trevino Group, he had to think about the company.

After all, if the company’s profits dropped, his bonus might not be able to be raised.

Just as he was about to persuade Ryan, the door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open.

Mr. Trevino came out looking impatient and a little tired. Obviously, he was angry because he didn’t have a good rest and was woken up.

“What’s going on with so much noise?”

Draven frowned and glanced at the two of them. His voice was low and hoa rse.

As he asked, he buttoned up his cufflinks and walked towards the office table. He picked up the cup. of water on the table and took a sip, still looking displeased.

Jason glanced at Ryan and saw that he was completely focused on his phone. After thinking for a while, he took the initiative to repeat what he had said to Ryan to Draven and wanted to ask for a specific plan.

Without saying a word, Draven picked up his phone.

Without clicking on it, he felt a headache just by looking at the two hot topics.

He threw his phone away and pressed his temples. “Remove all the trending topics. Leave the specific public relations schemes to the public relations department. Focus on the company and Aleah’s interests. Don’t worry about anyone else.”

The implication was that it didn’t matter even if they hired paid Internet trolls to smear Coby and Cierra.

Jason glanced at Draven in surprise.

Draven raised his eyes and asked impatiently, “Is there any other problem?”

Jason shook his head. “No, I’ll deal with it right away. Don’t worry, Mr. Trevino!”

Just as Draven was about to ask Jason to go out, his eyes fell on the takeaway box in his arms.

“What are you holding in your arms?”

was

he heard this. After hesitating for a moment, he decided

Didn’t you ask me to sign a contract with her this morning? She gave me some and asked me to distribute them to my colleagues in the office. I was in a hurry on the Internet just now, so I forgot to put

at him

Trevino was thinking, so he

head and said,

relieved. He turned around with the things

“Jason.”

man on the sofa

smiled. “Cici told you to give it to

Mr.

of pastries. When he saw that Ryan was still smiling, he put

was not enough, so he could only put down two more

can go out and have a taste with your colleagues outside. You must be tired

replied and fled in a

of pastries on the table. The packaging box of L’Opera Restaurant was designed in an antique style. It didn’t look like takeaway box, but more like a gift specially

did not hesitate to open all

took a picture, and sent it to Cierra while

these pastries. They look like

a piece of pastry and stuffed

only did he eat it, but he also made a delicious

the office table

here, go back to the West family in Chicago. Ryan, don’t do whatever you want just because of your

was obviously

Ryan still bit the pastry and said with a mean smile, “I’m not relying on my mother’s

looked at him

not continue to act like

took a step back. “I

at the four boxes of pastries on the table and recalled the taste he had tasted in

but he couldn’t remember where he

for a few seconds before it

a calm tone, “Ryan, I know you’re defending Cierra, but I hope you understand that I’m the one who wants to get married, not you. So it doesn’t

said to Ms. Trevino that morning. His brows

his abnormality

what do you mean to marry that girl from the Boyle family? You were blind in the past, and

for Ryan’s tone to be so serious, and it