Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 190 A Conversation

The caller was Jennifer.

Without hesitation, Monica answered, “Hello, Miss Fox. Her voice sounded respectful and gentle, as it always did.

“Stanley took Melinda to Navelie. Did you know about it?” Jennifer sighed on the other end of the line

Surprised. Monica replied, “I didn’t know. I only knew he handed his work over to Max. Her heart pricked at the thought. Did they go to Navelie? To the castle estate?

Then, she heard Jennifer’s voice again. “Monica, why don’t you stay at Repulse Bay tonight? Come over for dinner. There are many things I want to talk to you about.”

Monica’s heart was filled with anxiety, unsure of what Jennifer wanted to discuss. Would Jennifer try to persuade her to give up? But she could only agree. “Okay.”

“I won’t disturb you at work anymore. You can go back to your tasks.” Jennifer hung up the phone.

In the elegantly decorated office, Monica sat down in the chair, holding her phone and being lost in contemplation. She had no idea what Jennifer’s stance was. What did she want to talk to her about? Was she going to apologize? Was she going to ask her to give up Stanley?

No… She couldn’t do that. She couldn’t bear to be separated from Stanley! Only death could part them!

entered with a file in his hand. “What’s

and quickly returned to her usual self, taking the file

Campen actively approached us for cooperation. After evaluating various aspects, they believe this project has

him. “Did Mr. Fox say that during his absence, all matters should be handled

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Bother him?

could take a country woman on a trip but having to deal with work at the same time is considered a bother to

felt that Melinda was bad and would eventually

glanced at the project evaluation casually before handing it back to Max. “You can decide on

matters.

her

worsen. Since leaving

uneasy.

Night fell.

bright moon hung high among the tree branches, and stars sparkled in the sky. It

moonlight. Some blooming flowers appeared even more vibrant as they collectively emanated a

the brightly lit kitchen, Jennifer not only selected the recipes herself but also supervised the cooking. “No

mask or gloves, it was as if she had removed her shackles. She could finally wear her favorite clothes, and her temper had improved

appetite. What was wrong? She pondered for a moment but couldn’t dwell on