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.

Catherine reported to him honestly. “What's wrong?” Leslie

"Yes, I do.”

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

evening, a Lamborghini parked downstairs in Skyhigh Apartment Complex's parking

went upstairs to the 28th

Finnley greeted them, “Good evening, Mr. Marsh, Ms.

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

evening.”

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

“I'm here, Jennie.”

Finnley answered, they heard Mya's

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

few more days off.” Mya was overjoyed. “Congratulations, Jennie! You have an outstanding design team.” “Thanks.” Jennifer sat on the bed edge, sorting her

to Finnley's apartment, and she felt

lying against the bedhead in a white nightgown.

noticed her. “Hello, Linda?

walked toward her. “Are you feeling better? I heard you