My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris) novel Chapter 205

Thinking about this, Vivian's face was suddenly joyless, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "Ask them if they're from Morris, and if they are, refund the deposit and let them go."

Although it was said that the problems at Morris' wedding had a great negative impact on them, Vivian didn't want to accept Morris' help.

That man had his evil intentions, the farther away from him the better.

At the other end of the phone, Sophie said with some regret, "Do we really have to refuse? Vivian, our stores have resigned more than ten people, if there is no more business, I am only afraid that they ......"

"Just be yourself, I know what to do."

Vivian didn't say anything more to Sophie and hung up the phone.

Afterwards, sitting in her room, it suddenly occurred to her that the day after tomorrow was Madame Cheal's birthday, and according to this situation, she was only afraid that Madame Cheal should not hold another birthday banquet.

She had to find a way to choose a birthday present for Madame Cheal.

......

After taking care of all the matters at hand, Morris returned to the office to take care of work.

Trent and walked to the office and said to Morris, "Boss, the stock fell three points just after the opening of the market this afternoon, the company's senior management is complaining and several directors are discussing to hold a board meeting tomorrow."

Morris sipped his tea with one hand as he flipped through the papers on his desk, gazing intently at their contents.

It was a long time before he spoke slowly, "Let it be."

"With Uncle Mike back, I'm afraid that some restless master is trying to take the opportunity to stir up and make a profit."

Trent knew too well the small minds of these people in the company.

However, what he could think of, Morris could naturally think of as well.

On the contrary, Morris was calm and collected, never bothered by such things, and was not bothering with such trivial matters.

"Stay unchanged."

Morris took the signature pen and signed the document, closed the document and handed it to Trent, and asked, "What happened to the thing you were told to arrange?"

"What?"

Trent first froze, then immediately understood what his Boss meant, and he let out a frustrated sigh, "A few men weren't smart enough to get things done. Miss Mond refunded the deposit and won't take their work."

"It's useless!"

Morris spoke in a cold voice.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.

Morris raised his eyes and his gaze fell on the person who walked in through the door, it was Mike.

He got up leisurely, "Uncle Mike?"

Trent turned back, seeing Mike, he slightly nodded and bowed, "Uncle Mike is here, you guys talk, I'll go down first."

Since Morris and Trent were very close, Trent addressed Mike as Morris did.

Mike nodded, not saying anything.

Trent walked outside the office, closing the door behind him.

Inside the office, the two men stood and sat, their eyes gazing at each other, their deep, complex eyes laced with too much inscrutable meaning.

"Uncle Mike might as well be straightforward."

Morris knew Mike too well, he must be here up to something.

He came over here specifically to see him, never because he wanted to come around the office.

Today's Mike was dressed in formal wear, wearing a tie, and carried a few of the elegant and noble qualities of a mature man.

He turned sideways and walked idly to a side lounge area, sat on the couch and spoke, "What do you think about the wedding yesterday?"

"Grandma asked you to investigate?"

Morris’ legs were folded, leaning against the executive chair, his ten fingers crossed in front of his belly, his fingers tapping the back of his hand, his languid posture dripping with the wildness of a superior.

"Yesterday's incident concerned the Cheal family's mantle, and as the hostess of the family, Madame Cheal would naturally investigate carefully."

There was some foreign blood in Mike, a definite mixed race.

He was his father's illegitimate son, but after being taken back to L City in his early years, he had lived with Madame Cheal for a long time, and had been respectfully referred to as 'Mother' in front of Madame Cheal.

But in front of the others, it was customary to address her as 'Madame Cheal'.

"I will take care of this matter myself, no need for you to bother."

Morris pulled a cigarette from the box on the table, held it into his lips, lit it, and took a long, leisurely drag, indifferently.

His attitude was clear that he didn't want Mike to get involved in the matter.

But Mike shrugged and spread his hands with a smile, "I have to obey my mother's orders."

At this moment, he had instead changed his address to call Madame Cheal 'Mother'.

As he spoke, the cell phone in Mike's pocket rang, and he took it out to take a look, unable to resist hooking his lips.

"Mother means for me to 'ask' Miss Mond to cooperate with the investigation, Morris, what do you think?" He flicked his gaze to Morris, testing.

Morris paused, a chill flashing across his eyes.

The gaze filled with cold intent swept at Mike for a moment, and he then slowly withdrew his gaze, "Uncle Mike, you are a smart man. What can be touched and what cannot be touched, I think ......"

He paused deliberately for a few seconds and then said, "You should know that very well!"

That came with a full warning.

"If you like Miss Mond, why did you marry Miss Lee? Now that it's come to this, Morris, it's really your mishandling."

Mike leaned sideways on the couch, one hand on his crossed knee, one hand on the backrest of the couch, a cold and arrogant stance, as if it was a silent battle between him and Morris.

"Since you know it's my business, Uncle Mike, you should stay out of it!"

Morris’ attitude was indifferent, not giving Mike any respect at all.

"Heh heh."

Mike smiled instead of being angry, "I have never been one to meddle in things. As you can see, you've been letting the PR team handle the wedding banquet, and although it didn't cause too much damage to the company, the stock evaporated two billion in one day yesterday, you always have to give the board an explanation, don't you?"

"Since you won't let me look for Miss Mond, I'd better go directly to the Shaw family and give them a lesson, or they will think we can do nothing about it."

Mike was like blaming the Shaw family, but he was saying that Morris was incapable.

Knowing full well that the person behind the manipulation was the Shaw family, he actually did not come up with any action, which would not only cost the Cheal family face, but would also be laughed at.

"I'm in charge of my own business." Morris clutched his cigarette and flicked the ashes at the ashtray without saying anything more.

Mike lifted his wrist and looked at his wristwatch, "It's late, I'll go first."

He got up and left straight away.

In the car, Mike instructed his subordinates, "L City is peaceful, but it's boring, so it's time to add some fun to life. Then let's ...... start with the Shaw family."

The driver instantly understood what Mike meant, "Yes, Mr. Mike, I will arrange for it."