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.

getting on the right track,” Catherine reported to him honestly. “What's wrong?” Leslie answered, “The design team of the Marsh Group has returned to town. Do you

"Yes, I do.”

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

Lamborghini parked downstairs in

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

greeted them,

Mr. Russell,” Linda followed the Marsh couple in and greeted

evening.”

Jennifer noticed Mya’s shoes at

“I'm here, Jennie.”

Mya's excited voice from

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so she pushed the door and entered. “How are you doing, Mya? Still hurts?” She

Not at all. But Dr. Watson asked me 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

time Linda came to Finnley's apartment, and she felt utterly

the bedhead in a white nightgown. Her hair hung over

“Hello, Linda? Thank you for seeing

better? I heard