My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 61

Noah got into the car at a brisk pace.

As soon as he sat in, a gust of cold air was brought into the car.

Tom, who was already asleep in the driver's seat, heard the sound and slowly opened his eyes.

Quickly holding up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he first glanced at the time and then glanced through the car's interior mirror at the haughty man in the back seat.

"Mr. Mason, your wife has been teaching you about medicine taught up to now?" Tom had an incredulous look on his face.

"Yes."

"And then you were obedient and learn it until now?" Tom was now increasingly suspicious that he was in a dream.

When he thought of Mr. Mason sitting like a primary school student and listening attentively to his wife, he felt incredulous.

When had he been so well behaved?

"You have a problem with it?" Noah raised his brows coldly and looked at Tom's face through the car's interior mirror.

Tom felt a chill run down his back and said solemnly, "No, I wouldn't dare, I'm just curious, what did your wife teach you?"

"Look, smell, ask and feel." With those words, he closed his eyes, rubbing his brow lightly with one hand.

"You are so busy daily and you actually listened to this obediently for so long?" Tom asked again, before starting the car.

He really felt that this was amazing.

"You are talkative." He said coldly.

"..." Tom drew in a cold breath, not daring to say more about the topic.

"By the way, President seems to be upset today because of what you did." Tom added.

"Tell him that I have something important to do, and I will pay him a personal visit later." Noah looked as normal and his tone was bland.

"Why?" Tom was completely confused.

"Not your business!" He said, the corner of his mouth curled in a playful manner.

Tom was instantly dumbfounded.

"Well ..." Tom said cautiously.

"Any more nonsense, I will send you to the mountains to support the construction of Griffin Hope Primary School."

Tom was completely dumbfounded and drove in silence.

"I will explain to president." He added.

"Okay." Tom nodded heavily, not daring to say one more word.

He really felt that Mrs. Mason was really impressive.

Not only was she able to change Mr. Mason’ character, but she was also able to make him go to those big international brands for custom-made clothes in order to keep a low profile, and even put off the President's invitation for him.

Thinking about the clothes made him even more depressed.

Some time ago when he went to those brands for custom-made clothes and told the heads of the brands that Mr. Mason had asked for their brand of clothes to be labeled as miscellaneous, the head of each brand had a strange expression on his face.

He guessed if it wasn't for the fact that he was Noah Mason, they would have been scolded.

"Tom."

"Yes."

"Where is my smallest house?"

"The smallest is the two-storey villa in the Wonhay District. And in the Waterfront, there is a building has an area of one hundred square feet."

"These are too big and the location is too good."

"There is not smaller." Tom shook his head.

"Go get it." Noah opened his eyes, looked at Tom's face in the car mirror.

"What kind?" Tom looked confused.

"Something with an area of sixty to seventy square feet, cheaper, more remote in location. A second-hand house is fine."

"Mr. Mason, don't you have to buy a first-hand property in a prime area?" Tom was getting more and more confused about Mr. Mason.

"Yes."

"I'll buy one tomorrow."

"Buy it in a day, and when you're done, throw away all the furniture and replace it with brand new ones, but not designer ones." He continued to instruct.

"Yes, Mr. Mason."

"Disinfect it more than three times inside and out." Noah added.

"I know, are you going to live by yourself, Mr. Mason?"

"..."

Without another word, he lit a cigarette and looked out the window at the bustling night scene.

His bony hands looked extraordinarily slender and good looking as the smoke lingered.

...

When Jocelyn returned home, she first walked out onto her balcony and took a look at the master bedroom location.

Seeing that that room was black, she put on a face mask and took a milk bath.

After that she changed into a pink halter silk nightgown and went back to her room.

After a comfortable bath after a tiring day, she felt much more comfortable with her muscles loosened up.

Seeing the black tweed trench coat on the bed, Jocelyn couldn't help but think of the image of the thinly clad man who had rushed into the snow.

Her heart warmed slightly.

But soon she returned to her senses and picked up the coat.

The moment her eyes fell on the tag, she realised that the dress was actually a brand she didn't know at all, called "Men's House."

She thought that a dress with such a good feel, workmanship and design would be a brand name, but she didn't expect it to be a miscellaneous brand?

The designer of this brand is good. If it develops well, it will steal jobs from famous menswear brands such as Armani and Versace, right?

Out of curiosity, she immediately looked up the brand Men's House online to see who the designer was.

But nothing could be found.

The brand was so infamous that it could not even be searched on the internet.

Jocelyn hung up the clothes before she lied down on bed.

...

At seven in the morning, she was woken up by the alarm clock and after washing up, she walked straight to the master bedroom door and knocked on it.

"Come in. ..."

Hearing Allen's voice, Jocelyn immediately pushed the door in.

He had obviously just woken up and was currently playing Tai Chi on the balcony, his face still didn't look good, and it could be told that he hadn't slept well again last night.

Jocelyn's heart stung at once.

She went to his side, "Shall we go out for a morning run together?"

In that way, he could also have a relaxing time.

"I'm okay with practising Tai Chi." Allen said as he continued his movements.

"Go out and get some fresh air, Dad." Jocelyn gently held his wrist and pampered him.

Unable to resist his baby daughter's pampering, Allen's heart softened and he smiled helplessly, "Okay ..."

Jocelyn then happily took Allen's arm and led him outside.

When passing by the bed, Jocelyn saw a piece of paper sitting on the bedside table.

On it was clearly written: divorce agreement.

When she had just entered the room, her eyes were completely on her father, so she hadn't noticed it at all.