Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 115 Simply Disliking

It wasn’t until the car drove away that Melinda got into her car. Seated behind the wheels, she felt waves of sadness. She closed her eyes, trying to process those negative emotions.

On the other hand, in the grand vice president’s office of the Fox Group, Monica zoned out, thinking about the morning she saw Jennifer coming out of the living room at Emerald Harbor. It seems that she gets along well with those two children. At this thought, she felt anxious.

Melinda has children as bargaining chips, which will only secure her position as Mrs. For even more. What’s terrifying is that she shares a bed with Stanley every night, and emotions can develop through such closeness. Monica was apprehensive about her potential next step, deeply concerned about her happiness. In an act of frustration, she forcefully picked up a document from the desk and threw it.

Her emotions spiraled out of control, startling Lydia, who was sorting out documents nearby. “Miss Keller… What’s wrong?”

“L-Lydia.” Monica felt like crying. Although she struggled to hold back her tears, her voice was trembling. “If, in the end, the person by Mr. Fox’s side isn’t me, then all my efforts over the years. will truly be meaningless.” She suddenly felt so done with life.

Hearing that, Lydia sympathized with her. “Miss Keller, shouldn’t you communicate with Mr. Fox again? I have a feeling that there’s a miscommunication between you two. I don’t think he likes. Melinda.”

Yet, Monica still sighed.

her worthy of Mr. Fox? Those designs are clearly hi commentator. Even a blind person can see that.” Speaking of this matter, she

criticizing Melinda was useless, as was scolding her. Unless

have any booze?” Monica was feeling too distressed. “I want to drinovelxo.com fast

person has the upper hand,

a word, Monica finished the glass

Fox is back,” said

her composure. Suddenly, she had a lightbulb moment. “Go prepare some ingredients for making congee. I want to make him a bowl

“Alright.”

reviewing documents in the president’s office, while Max was comparing data. It was

of high heels

looked up and saw Monica

to Stanley and said in a gentle voice, “This is a congee I made for you. Drink it while it’s

got up and picked