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."

so much about you?" Saskia Holt gossiped,

from behind

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

far away on the hilltop, also heard her voice. Her chest shrank slightly. She understood what had happened

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

this moment, Rowan's voice came from the little log cabin, “Claire, dinner is ready! There are your favorite vegetables!

with a smile and put her phone on silent.

outside the president's office. Usually almost no

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

were

said that he was very angry, but he was definitely not

Holt was stared at by him as if needles were pricking all

second was as long

"Sorry... Mr. Norwell." She bowed 90 degrees to him.

apologized, Tristan didn't feel good

Holt still didn't dare to move, as if petrified, looking at him, but