Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1312: Gossiping about the President is a Dead End

"Perhaps the phone is on silent mode? I didn't notice your call." Claire made up an excuse casually and then said to her, "Congratulations, you passed the interview.”

"Claire, let me tell you! My experience today was so bizarre that you can write 100, 000 words in your novel!"

“I actually got into the president's office of Clarke Corp! And you know who the president is? He's name is Tristan, he is your frien..."

“I know." Claire had seen the messages she sent and interrupted her excited words indifferently. Then she subconsciously looked towards the door of the log cabin.

She knew Rowan was very taboo about Tristan and didn't want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

But Saskia Holt didn't know about their relationship.

"Claire, what's wrong? It seems you don't want to mention Mr. Norwell?"

"No."

“Then let's meet at the usual place tonight?" Saskia Holt suddenly became happy again, "Have a good drink to celebrate."

"Okay." Claire did not refuse. Of course, she would be happy for her good friend to get out of heartbreak, start a new job and embark on a new life.

I have a

"Go ahead."

how could he care so much about you?" Saskia Holt gossiped, "Claire, hurry up and tell me,

Holt finished speaking, someone took her phone from behind her and her hand

my phone!" She turned around instinctively and met the man's dark and deep gaze. Saskia Holt was stunned, "Mr. Norwell?" She stammered

Her chest shrank slightly. She understood what had happened there and hurriedly hung

her lips and took a deep breath. Her mood was a bit

this moment, Rowan's voice came from the little log cabin, “Claire,

put her phone on silent. This Saskia Holt, her curiosity was really

a certain balcony outside the president's office. Usually almost no

while... Her hand that wanted to get her phone back was still stretching out. She had

thin lips were pressed into a straight line, staring at

couldn't be said that he was very angry, but he was definitely

at by him as if needles were pricking all over her body. She felt particularly

every second was as long

bowed 90 degrees to him. In fact,

Tristan didn't feel good

in her palm. Saskia Holt still didn't dare to move, as if petrified,