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.

have a

"Go ahead."

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

from behind her and her

back my phone!" She turned around instinctively and met the man's dark and

heard her voice. Her chest shrank slightly. She understood what had

and took a deep breath. Her mood was a

voice came from the little log cabin, “Claire, dinner is ready!

a smile and put her phone on silent. This Saskia Holt, her curiosity

outside the president's office. Usually almost no one

looked at the president awkwardly. She didn't know when he came over. She felt that he should have been here for a while... Her hand that wanted to get her phone back was still stretching out. She had no idea what to do with it and it

were pressed into a straight

very

as if needles were pricking all over her

every second was

"Sorry... Mr. Norwell." She bowed 90 degrees to him. In fact, she didn't know what she did wrong.

apologized, Tristan didn't

wrinkled slightly. He put the phone back in her palm. Saskia Holt still didn't dare