Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

Chapter 30 The Woman in the Photo (2)

She has disapproval in mind and repeated timidly, “No, I didn’t.”

He raised his hand. The cuff of his white shirt was connected to an expensive man’s wristwatch. As he moved, the dial reflected the light. He pointed at her car and said, “It’s red.”

Do you have to say it out loud?

She decided to change the topic. “Well, how’s my interview going?”

He glanced at the documents on the table. “Do you want to know?”

“Yes, yes.”

The man waved his hand. “Can you see clearly from such a distance? Come here.”

She had a hunch that there was a trap, but in order to see her results… Well, she had to go there obediently.

She moved closer to the man step by step. When she was half a wall away from him, someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a broad and warm embrace.

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convenient for me to sit like

changed his posture. “How is it

so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in and wriggled her little

his grip on her shoulder and said

voice. Every time he was lying on the bed in the

were

to control himself when she was sitting

froze and did not dare to move, but it was obviously

him, “Huston, this is the office…”

know.” He even freed up a hand to take out her interview results. “It’s

did it turn out like this? It seemed that she use

lowered her head to take a closer look. Unexpectedly,

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gave her a low score, and Huston gave her a mediocre score, which was… a compromise.

results of the other two candidates. She kept leaning forward. One point, one point, and she

and then immediately covered her mouth. When she saw the results, the man behind

covered her mouth with one hand and held the table in front of her with the other. However, the person didn’t seem to think it was enough and tried his best to torture her.

head, and Huston refused to let her

her teeth and didn’t make a sound. In broad daylight, she couldn’t help cursing softly, “Shame on you…”

he laughed. His chest shook slightly as he let out a low laugh. It was as if he was plucking a cello string, but at the critical moment, he was deliberately keeping