Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1312: Gossiping About The President Is A Dead End

Chapter 1312: Gossiping about the President isa Dead End

"Perhaps the phone is on silent mode? I didn't notice your call." Clairemade 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 youcan write 100, 000 words in your novel!"

“I actually got into the president's office of Clarke Corp! And you knowwho the president is? He's name is Tristan, he is your frien..."

“I know." Claire had seen the messages she sent and interrupted herexcited words indifferently. Then she subconsciously looked towardsthe door of the log cabin.

She knew Rowan was very taboo about Tristan and didn't want tocause unnecessary misunderstandings.

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 suddenlybecame happy again, "Have a good drink to celebrate."

"Okay." Claire did not refuse. Of course, she would be happy for hergood friend to get out of heartbreak, start a new job and embark on anew life.

“Claire, I have a question.”

"Go ahead."

"Does Mr. Norwell like you? Otherwise, how could he care so muchabout you?" Saskia Holt gossiped, "Claire, hurry up and tell me, whatexactly is between you and him..."

Before Saskia Holt finished speaking, someone took her phone frombehind her and her hand grasped empty air beside her ear.

"Give me back my phone!" She turned around instinctively and met theman's dark and deep gaze. Saskia Holt was stunned, "Mr. Norwell?"She stammered in fright.

Claire, who was far away on the hilltop, also heard her voice. Her chestshrank slightly. She understood what had happened there and hurriedlyhung up the phone.

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

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

"Coming!" She walked towards him with a smile and put her phone onsilent. This Saskia Holt, her curiosity was really too heavy!

Outside a certain balcony outside the president's office. Usually almostno one came here.

Saskia Holt looked at the president awkwardly. She didn't know whenhe 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 was extremely embarrassing,as if she was petrified for a moment.

Tristan's face was slightly cold, and his thin lips were pressed into astraight line, staring at her coldly.

It couldn't be said that he was very angry, but he was definitely nothappy.

Saskia Holt was stared at by him as if needles were pricking all overher body. She felt particularly uncomfortable.

She also felt that every second was as long as a century.

She was nervous and gradually, embarrassment appeared in her eyes."Sorry... Mr. Norwell." She bowed 90 degrees to him. In fact, she didn'tknow what she did wrong. She just instinctively apologized!

When she apologized, Tristan didn't feel good in his heart.

His thick, handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He put the phone backin her palm. Saskia Holt still didn't dare to move, as if petrified, lookingat him, but rejoicing in her heart!

The next second, he turned and left without a word, his steps sharp, hislong legs slender and good-looking! More charming than the male leadin online dramas.

Saskia Holt stared at his tall and straight back figure, as if his coldtemperament still enveloped her, making her nervous for a long time.It turned out that not only was the president's office unsafe, but thewhole floor was also unsafe.

Oh my God! He wouldn't have fired her as soon as he turned around,would he?

At this moment, footsteps came from beside her. She hurriedly turnedaround and saw Kevin standing still beside her.

"Are you ghosts?" Saskia Holt couldn't help murmuring.

Kevin stood with his hands behind him, looking at the president'sleaving back, reminding her, "Gossiping about the president is a deadend."