Surprised Wife With Twins

Leslie never worked overtime, so he had arrived home when he received the call.

Smoking a cigar while standing in front of the living room’s window, he looked stern. “For celebration? It's way too early. Did you make a mistake?"

“No. I'm sure it's their design team,” the senior executive answered affirmatively.

Leslie was confused as it wasn't Ivan’s style. After all, he should have celebrated it after the products’ success in the market.

“Mr. Eastwood, does it mean...” the senior executive guessed, “Their design drafts are perfect?”

“It doesn’t depend on my or Ivan Marsh's opinion.” Leslie took a drag of the cigar, exhaling. “It only depends on the customers.”

“We should hurry up, then. Probably they'll start the production tomorrow and leave us behind.”

Leslie didn’t reply. He ended the call, and his stern face changed slightly.

A while later, he called Catherine, who was still in Roxy Fall.

Leslie asked solemnly, “How's your design going?” He was anxious, reluctant to be surpassed.

designers are getting on the right track,” Catherine reported to him honestly. “What's wrong?” Leslie answered, “The

"Yes, I do.”

short moment of silence later, Leslie sighed, “Good luck.” Without extra words, he ended the

evening, a Lamborghini parked downstairs in Skyhigh Apartment

Jennifer, and Linda entered the elevator and went upstairs to the 28th floor of

them, “Good

Russell,” Linda followed the Marsh

evening.” He didn’t look unhappy

Is she better?” Jennifer noticed Mya’s shoes at

“I'm here, Jennie.”

Finnley answered, they heard Mya's excited voice from

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entered. “How are you doing, Mya? Still

to stay in bed without walking. I'm afraid I still need a few more days off.” Mya was overjoyed. “Congratulations, Jennie! You have an outstanding design team.” “Thanks.” Jennifer sat on the bed edge, sorting her hair bangs lovingly. “Linda is a great

the second time Linda came to Finnley's apartment,

a white nightgown. Her hair hung over her

her. “Hello, Linda?

better? I heard