Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 490 Magical Apartment

Mya hurriedly sat up, lifted the quilt, put on the slippers, and went toopen the door.

As soon as it was open, Finnley saw her sleepy and messy look aftergetting up. Instead of feeling surprised, he asked indifferently, “Do youwant to sleep in?"

Mya could hardly keep her eyes open. She turned around and returnedto the bed, tucking herself into the quilt. She muffled, “I don't need towork. Why would I get up so early?”

Standing at the door, Finnley checked on her but didn't urge her to getup.

He fetched his car key. “I'm going to work now. When you leave,remember to lock my door. Put my bedding into the washing machine.”Then he left. However, Mya didn't listen to him at all. After answeringhim perfunctorily, she fell asleep again.

Finnley drove to his office. He didn't sleep well the previous night as thecouch was too hard. His waist hurt.

On the bus, Linda sat by the window. She recalled Catherine’s words toher earlier and suddenly sensed something wrong.

“Linda, you should stop coming over in the future. I'll moveout."Catherine sipped water and continued, “I'll go abroad for a while.I've sold my apartment.”

“Go abroad? Does Catherine have any family or friends overseas?’Linda couldn't think of any.

When she recalled, she felt that Catherine was bidding her farewell.“Gosh, will Catherine commit suicide?’

In a hurry, Linda dialed Catherine's number but couldn't get through.She was worried about Catherine, her mind jumbled.

The bus stopped at an intersection, waiting for the green light. WhenLinda peered out the window leisurely, she saw a white Maybach nextto the bus.

She saw Finnley in the driver's seat with a single glimpse.

His side face was gentle, making her heart race. Although she hadseen a girl sitting in his car the previous night, Linda couldn't helpfalling for him.

Her heart was hammering, and she was joyful and slightlydisappointed.

She wondered if that girl was his fiancee or just his friend.

The green light was on. The Maybach started fast. In a blink, Finnleywas gone.

On the way to the office, Linda wondered if she should add Finnley onher WhatsApp and Twitter when Mr. Marsh still hadn't returned to work.According to his shares and posts, probably, she could know him more.Linda was persistent in replaceing out whether Finnley had a fiancee.Morning. The R-Alan Group.

The president's office was luxurious, decorated in golden and silvercolors, shining brightly.

Leslie, in his fifties, sat in his chair. He couldn’t help grinning at all. Hismen forced Catherine to sign the contract the previous night, which wasthe best news in the R-Alan Group in recent months.

He was too excited to sleep.

Soon, the five men knocked on the door and entered his office with thesigned agreement.

“Morning, Mr. Eastwood.”

They stood before his desk, and one passed the agreement to him.Leslie took it over with a smile. He quickly opened the folder, pulled outthe agreement, and turned the page to check. However, his expressionfroze when his gaze fell on it. He looked sullen.

The five men were confused to see him in a bad mood.

Gazing at the blank space, Leslie asked, “What do you mean? Howdare you lie to me!”

“Wh-What's wrong, Mr. Eastwood?” the man in the lead asked inconfusion, feeling uneasy.

“What's wrong? Are you blind?” Leslie pounded the table, jumped to hisfeet and smashed the agreement on him. “Where is her signature?”The man caught the smashed agreement and turned the pages withtrembling fingers. The other four also checked on it. However, they onlysaw a blank in the place where Catherine had signed.