Chapter 143 How Are You Going To Thank Him?

When Luke’s eyes fell on her, there were no obvious reactions.

Just when she was at a loss and did not know whether to exit or stay, he frowned and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. He took his phone, got up, and left the huge conference room.

The meeting room had two doors.

He walked through the other door.

Bianca stood there for a long, long time before she remembered what she was there for.

She turned on the machine and turned down the volume. After putting on the headset, she then looked at the meeting content displayed on the projection screen. She jotted down the key points while she watched the recording, her fingers typing away on her laptop's keyboard in front of her.

After recording down the content of the previous meeting, it was already past three in the afternoon when Bianca went back down.

Sue had been waiting for her for a long time.

When she saw Bianca, Sue thoughtfully placed a cup of coffee on her table. "I heard from Jason that you've found your grandfather."

Bianca took the cup of coffee and placed it next to her laptop. While she turned on her laptop, she said, 'Thanks for your hard work with Mr. Doyle. I owe you two a meal."

Sue joked, saying, "Thank us for what? We're not part-time workers. It was part of the job. The person you should thank is Mr. Crawford."

Bianca's fingers that were tapping the keyboard paused.

Sue nudged Bianca with her elbow and smiled. "How are you going to thank him? Are you going to give him a fun time tonight?"

Bianca's fingers that had stopped on the keyboard did not move.

When Sue noticed that there was something wrong with Bianca, she lowered her head and saw that Bianca’s fingers were all curled up. Her facial expression indicated that Bianca had something on her mind, something serious.

"What’s the matter? Did you and the boss... Quarrel?" Sue finished asking and recalled Mr. Crawford's mood at the meeting that day.

There was no obvious difference.

Sue secretly scolded herself for being too naive. During the meeting, she thought that the boss was in a bad mood because Jean had drugged Bianca with sleeping pills.

However, it seemed that it was not the case.

Mr. Crawford, and..." Bianca thought for a while. She lowered her

looked at Bianca and was

same as my mom telling me that she's not my biological mom and that my real mom is

Bianca looked straight

Sue,

Bianca was married.

Bianca actually got married.

not

Mr.

propose to them and get married to him. However, none of them could move Mr. Crawford's heart, so much so that there was not a single woman in his private

in love with a

thought that the world

seat and Sue tried to put her focus back on her work. However, she

Bianca be a married woman with a husband while having

him into deep trouble, or was it Bianca who pretended to be innocent and deceived their boss, so he found out about the truth of her being married. Was that the cause of the anger in the boss' face during

head in her work and

thing, playing

have nothing on tonight, let's go out and have a drink together.' Sue sent a text to Bianca. After sending it and thinking about it, she was worried that Bianca would refuse, so she added, 'You can make it up for me for helping you guard

she was

Bianca went out to wash her coffee cup

to your house after I get off work to

Bianca to drink tonight. If you don’t mind talking about it while I'm around, why don’t the

hate Sue, so she

was time

three of them went

time coming here?" Sue was obviously a regular customer there and

Bianca nodded slightly.

the waiter brought the beer

three glasses. After she sat down, she picked

I could see all of it in her eyes. Her stepmother's bullying and her dad's worsening health... In short, everything bad caught up to her. There are

who took another sip of beer. "Do you also know that Bea is married?"

of beer was sprayed

shocked by her reaction, she also

Nina looked at Bianca.

married? Why don't I know

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