Surprised Wife With Twins

As the car approached the Clarke Corp, Claire became increasingly anxious. "Hey, listen to me!" She had tried to explain all the way there, but Monica wouldn't listen, insisting on confronting Tristan and thinking that Claire was lying. When the taxi stopped outside the company, Claire was dragged out of the car again.

"Hey, why won't you listen to my explanation? What I'm saying is true.” Monica didn't answer, but instead spotted a shiny Maybach parked outside the building. The car door was open, and Tristan was getting out. "Come on, let's go!" Monica wanted to intercept Tristan. Claire didn't want to make a scene. "Please, let me go first." What did all this pulling and tugging look like?

At that moment, several executives in suits walked out from the company. "Mr. Norwell, we have a proposal for the new project. We'll give a detailed presentation in the conference room later." "Alright," Tristan replied. He had stayed up late at home for this project.

Saskia Holt and Kevin were also present, wearing their work badges and holding documents in their hands. They looked energetic and ready for the morning meeting.

"Thank you all for your hard work," Tristan said, his voice deep and rich like aged wine, as he walked towards the hall.

“Let me go!" Claire didn't want to cause a scene. "Please, I swear to God, Tristan and I have nothing going on, really!"

"Don't talk nonsense here! I'm going to let him see what kind of person you really are!" Monica was fond of Tristan, and this made her a bit angry.

The early morning was supposed to be peaceful.

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catching sight of the two girls struggling with each other. His handsome

his gaze, all of

other towards the hall, and

him if you have nothing to hide? He's right there!" Monica

so annoyed, her wrist

girls’ wrists in the

slowed, and

Claire also turned.

stood beside them, his expression calm and his face so beautiful

dazzled by his handsomeness and unconsciously let

sorry for her. He also saw her embarrassed expression

silence to

pulled her hand away, not

Holt couldn't help but gossip. Although her best friend was there, Mr. Norwell was

his head. “I don't know." He too was puzzled, observing from a

look for long. One by one, they turned and entered the