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

"Go ahead."

Mr. Norwell like you? Otherwise, how could he care so much about you?" Saskia Holt gossiped, "Claire, hurry up and tell me, what exactly is

from behind her and her

and met the man's dark and deep

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

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

log cabin, “Claire, dinner is ready! There are your favorite vegetables! It looks

put her phone on silent. This Saskia

the president's office. Usually almost

Holt 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

his thin lips were pressed into a straight

was very

as if needles were pricking all

every second was as long as a

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

she apologized, Tristan didn't feel good in

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