Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Frightened, Sarah looked at Sandy's smiling face. Her nerves were constantly on edge..

She was nervous.

"Is it grandpa who told you?"

Seeing Sarah's disbelief, Sandy smiled, took out his mobile phone, clicked on the screen, and then handed his phone to her, "You can listen to this."

It was a recording. After clicking it, in a moment, the sonorous voice of the old man appeared with some vicissitudes.

The way she looked at him had changed. "It's really grandpa."

"So Mrs. Andrew, you don't have to worry. In the company, I'll call you Miss Sarah. Privately, I'll respect the rules that the master told me. You are our CEO's wife."

When listening to his words, she felt a little bit stressed.

"I won't ask you to call me any name. I just hope that other people won't know about it. That's enough."

She still wanted to escape in the future. If she was labeled with the name of Andrew, it would be hard to tear off for the rest of her life.

"Don't worry, madam, it will never happen, I promise." Sandy declared.

relief when

brief handover, Sandy told Sarah about some of

simple such as copying

But this made Sarah

It was almost like doing chores like serving tea and pouring water.

was the use of these when she

"Mr. Wilson, is this what grandpa asked

not refuse the order given by the master."

Obviously, Sandy also noticed Sarah's surprised attitude towards the job.

moment, not eager to say anything.

Who could foresee what would happen in the future. Don't worry, just do it

As a deputy secretary, it was happy to serve tea to

she was abandoned in her imagination, the elevator door opened. The sound

gray luxurious suit was cut appropriately. The man walked on the expensive leather

by step, the handsome and cold man stopped.

eyes were like the blackest obsidian stones underneath the sea.

Probably, neither of them expected to meet like this in the

"Mr. Andrew."