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A Love Trap novel Chapter 122

And hadn't he seen Andrew go out with a woman from the coffee shop last time? Why was there another one here?

Francis couldn't understand it all. He was dizzy with confusion.

"Get out. Now." Andrew said mercilessly.

"Ah, don't be like this, Andrew Lu. I came here to have a business talk with you." Francis said, thinking that he was done anyway.

"Johnny," Andrew called out to his special assistant.

"Boss," Johnny responded and walked into the office.

"See this guest off!" Andrew said firmly, waving a hand at Francis without looking at him.

"Mr. Nan, this way, please," Johnny said to Francis, a tight smile on his face. It looked like it was not the first time this had happened.

Francis rolled his eyes and turned to Ashley. "Andrew's girl, help me. He is kicking me out." Francis came up behind Ashley, asking for her help.

Ashley finally took Andrew's big hand off her eyes and saw Francis hiding behind her.

This man was so different from the handsome and unrestrained guy who had entered the office just now. Ashley wanted to laugh.

Why was this guy so funny?

And Francis called her "Andrew's girl", which made Ashley blush. She didn't know what to say.

Andrew's face was impassive. Francis had made Andrew happy by calling Ashley "Andrew's girl", but he couldn't escape being thrown out.

Andrew looked at Johnny, his intention obvious.

When he met Andrew's eyes, Johnny knew what he had to do. Without caring about anything Francis would say, Johnny dragged out Francis by the hand.

"Aaahh! Andrew Lu, how can you do this? Believe it or not, I will tell your girl what you have done.

I will tell her about the last time you hugged a woman in a coffee shop!"

Ashley had been laughing when Francis was being dragged out.

But his last words had wiped the humor off her face.

Andrew had hugged a woman at a coffee shop? Wasn't it her who was hugged by him in the coffee shop?

Andrew's face had become deathly pale. If Ashley hadn't been here, Francis would have suffered more than just being kicked out.

'Ashley is still staring at Francis's back. Does he look nice to her?' Andrew thought, jealousy rearing its head again.

It appeared that he couldn't indulge them. Andrew looked at Francis's back, lost in thought.

Francis didn't know that just because he had gone to Andrew's office and made a fuss, he would, in the future, never be allowed to enter the boss's office randomly or even be seen in the vicinity of the office door without permission.

He was masochistically fearless. How dare he flirt with Andrew's wife? It was his luck that Andrew didn't beat him to a pulp.

"Is it proper to kick him out like this? He seemed to have something important to tell you," Ashley asked hesitantly after making sure that Francis had left.

Andrew's face darkened as he looked at her. "Are you worried about him?" he asked jealously.

At the receiving end of Andrew's stares, Ashley felt guilty and said, "No."

Satisfied, Andrew said, "Ignore him. How can he have something important?"

"Okay," Ashley acquiesced, nodding.

Andrew asked, "What did he say to you just now?"

"Didn't you hear what he said?" Ashley countered awkwardly.

Andrew stared at Ashley, but finally let her go.

Afterwards, Andrew sat at his desk, busy working, while Ashley sat on the couch, playing on her cellphone.

Andrew was busy all day. He didn't have time to talk to her while in office but would occasionally check in on her.

Seeing Ashley sitting on the couch, staring at the ceiling in boredom, he put down the file he was perusing and asked, "Are you bored?"

Ashley rolled her eyes, taking some time to realize that Andrew was talking to her. She nodded immediately because

she was bored. Andrew had been working, and she had been sitting on the couch for so long. She had become tired of playing on her cellphone.

"I'll ask Johnny to come in," he said.

Ashley was confused. She wanted to ask him why but refrained from any questions. Why would he tell Johnny to come in?

Andrew was about to call Johnny, but Ashley stopped him. "No need," she said.

Ashley looked at Andrew who was working diligently and prepared to go out for a walk. As soon as she stood up, Andrew asked, "Where are you going?"

Ashley hadn't thought that Andrew could be distracted from his work enough to pay attention to her.

"I want to take a walk. I will be back soon."

"Okay. Come back soon."

Ashley opened the door and went out.

The moment Ashley stepped out, she could feel quite a few pairs of eyes on her.

Ashley was puzzled. Had she opened the door in a wrong way?

Ashley smiled, facing them awkwardly.

But right now, she hated Andrew so much. Why hadn't he told her that he had so many assistants in the office outside?

This was a large office, Ashley thought, and these people must be Andrew's assistants or secretaries. But why were they all male? Why was there no woman here?

While Ashley stood there, confused, a man she was familiar with came over.

Ashley smiled. "Hi, Johnny."

Ashley froze the moment she blurted out Johnny's name. She looked around to see the reactions of the people who were staring, but she found that they weren't staring at her anymore. She was relieved.

"Miss Mu," Johnny said, walking up to Ashley. "Why did you come out?"

Ashley wasn't afraid of losing face in front of an acquaintance. She rolled her eyes and complained, "I was bored sitting there, so I came out to get some fresh air."

Johnny laughed. His boss was a workaholic and was always busy working, before he had known Ashley. He had changed a lot after being in a relationship with Ashley. But the scenario hadn't changed much, because when he was working, she had still been truly bored sitting in the office.

"By the way," Ashley said, discreetly pointing to the suited men sitting in front of computers, "Are they all Andrew's assistants and secretaries?"

Johnny nodded and replied, "Yes."

"What kind of a person is your boss? Why does he have so many assistants and secretaries?" Ashley was surprised to hear Johnny's answer.

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