My Wife Is An All-Around Expert by Elton Joe

Chapter 8

Russell and Veronica were chatting happily when they suddenly felt a strong pressure approaching them.

Russell looked up, surprised, and saw a man standing by the table. “Mr. Hersey, why are you here?” he exclaimed. He had only met Patrick twice before and never expected Patrick to recognize him.

Russell quickly stood up, unsure of where to put his hands properly. “Mr. Hersey, are you here for dinner too?”

Violet was still a bit dazed. “Why is Patrick here too?” she asked herself inwardly. Patrick glanced at Russell and then shifted his gaze to Veronica’s face. He smirked slightly and said, “I’m here to see this young lady!”

Veronica blushed and stood up, her voice slightly trembling with awkwardness as she asked, “Mr. Hersey, do we know each other?”

Patrick replied playfully, “We have an instant connection! It’s fate, I guess.”

Veronica shyly lowered her head, her face turning red. She couldn’t help stealing glances at Patrick and nervously said, “I… I also feel a strong connection with you, Mr. Hersey!”

Patrick pondered for a moment and then told his assistant behind him, “Since this lady and I have such a connection, please get her a cup of coffee. It’s on me!”

After saying that, Patrick gave a meaningful look to Violet and then to Veronica. “We will meet again!”

turned around and walked

the meaning behind the cup of coffee.

for the fact that she was in a restaurant, she

the other two at the table seemed oblivious to the meaning

Mr. Hersey? I can tell he has some special feelings for you! If we can make friends with him, we’ll definitely

her head, saying, “I really don’t know him. It’s our first meeting, but… he

Veronica’s shy expression, Violet couldn’t bear to look directly

a message from Patrick,

Russell and Veronica, Violet left the restaurant. She got into the car and took out her phone, which was connected to a hidden

the Design Department and stole the backup design draft she had locked in her

ill intentions Russell and Veronica were

then again, if Violet hadn’t known what type of persons Russell and Veronica were, her plan

at the hotel. As soon as she walked in, she was embraced

low as he

blushed again, unable to complete her sentence. “Pa–Patrick, wait

head and silently looked at her. “What do you call me?” Violet’s face turned red, and she felt a bit awkward.