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.

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 know this

"Yes, I do.”

Leslie sighed, “Good luck.” Without extra words, he ended the call as he was unwilling to

downstairs

elevator and went upstairs to the 28th floor

Finnley greeted them, “Good evening, Mr.

Linda followed the Marsh couple in and

her in response, “Good evening.” He didn’t look unhappy about her

Jennifer noticed

“I'm here, Jennie.”

answered, they heard Mya's excited voice from

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door wasn't closed, so she pushed the door and entered. “How are you doing, Mya? Still hurts?” She walked

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

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

lying against the bedhead in a white nightgown. Her hair hung over her shoulders, looking enchanting, although

her. “Hello, Linda? Thank you

toward her. “Are you feeling better? I heard you were bitten by a snake, so I