Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 97

With a casual expression on his face, Richie raised his eyebrows and rotated a pen in his hand, as if he were on a holiday in some famous tourist attraction.

He suddenly changed the topic. With a smile at the corners of his mouth, he asked, "How about that thing?"

Judging from the calmness in his voice, Tim knew what he was talking about.

'What a sentimental man! His old lover has been found, and there's a registered wife at home.'

"I've sent someone to find something to trouble him. He'll be on the headline tomorrow," answered Tim, lowering his eyebrows.

Sorry for that beast in human clothing, the old gossips from hundreds of years ago had been dug out. It was imaginable how terrible his face would be.

Richie nodded in satisfaction. He asked ruthlessly, "is that all?"

That's all? Such a scandal could have caused that recently listed company to fall into the public criticism. The stock plummeted and the trend was not very good.

His reputation that he was trying to build up in the business world was destroyed easily. Just that's all?

The man's sharp eyes looked at him, and his voice was always cold and thin. He slightly bent his lips and said, "If you have any opinions, you can say it. I can't see through your mind for a long time."

'Someone is much more horrible when he smiles than when he doesn't smile with a straight face.'

Tim didn't dare to challenge him. He shook his head and said, "let the planning department come up with a better idea right away. We must help him find a good home."

"Take your time. I'm not in a hurry. Be careful. Don't let anyone have something on you."

Although the reputation Sruthan Group was always inclined to be bad comments, he still didn't want to add another darkness because of such a small character.

Under his thoughtful gaze, Tim left the office.

It was late at night, and only the floor of Sruthan Building that was still working overtime was open. With the subtle light on, Richie took the photo on the document.

After a momentary observation, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Since she had come of age, her appearance hadn't changed much, but there were always some unfamiliar expressions on her face.

The photo froze her on a square piece of paper, so clear that he could see everything.

The man leant on the back of the high chair and put the photo high in front of the eyes. He murmured like a dream, "Angie, Angie.".

He didn't come home that night.

With a lamp on in the living room, Consuela stared at the TV with widened eyes, until the last episode of the series suddenly came to an end.

That man didn't come back either.

He lost his temper for no reason. Did he really think that he was a child, to be loved and doted on?

The night might be the worst time for a person's temper, especially when she stayed up late. She thought for a long time and didn't think she was wrong. She looked at the empty cell phone.

She stretched out her hand and ruffled her long hair as she felt a little frivolous. Fuck off late, never came back. She would sleep more comfortably if he didn't come back.

She raised her hand and put out the lamp.

It was not until she woke up from her nightmare that she realized how much she missed him. Now, she couldn't even get enough sleep.

No one.

In the open bedroom, she was alone. The silver moon was blocked by the elegant curtain. The room was quiet and weird.

Consuela was frightened by her thoughts. She quickly pulled the quilt and covered her head.

'Go back to sleep. The ghosts and demons are gone.'

Various websites were reported on the release of the new stock. And Harry was commented as a "business tycoon" by the famous golden family, as well as various private scandals.

The pictures that he posted on the Internet had also been hired by newspapers and magazines. He was not afraid of being taken to court at all.

Sheryl was drawing her eyebrows when she saw the news. She was shocked, and then with a strong hand, drawing directly from the brow into the hair and sideburns.

Her face turned pale.

The colleague who had sent the message gloated over Sherry's misfortune and asked, "what the hell is your boyfriend doing?"

Sheryl remembered that when she posted a photo of Harry and her, many people asked her if she had edited it.

Later, she directly took the person to wander around the company. Although that person looked impatient, she had told them openly.

Harry was her man.

But now it seemed that Sheryl was still one of the playboy's women. She was just lucky enough to be arranged in a brothel.

Putting down the eyebrow pencil, she picked up a cotton bud and dipped it into the makeup remover. With a foxy smile on her face, she said, "There might be some misunderstanding, such as the prank by the hostile company. Harry is not such kind of person."

The woman on the other end of line said mercilessly, "Sheryl, don't be deceived by him. Most of them are heartless now."

She seemed to care about her, but in fact, she was telling her secretly that Harry was definitely not reliable. She could just be a fool.

Sheryl hanged up the phone quickly.

She raised her head to look at her makeup in the dressing mirror. The more she looked at her makeup, the unhappier she became. She took a deep breath and read the hottest topic.

Those obscene photos came into view one after another. All of them were very old, and some of them could only see the entangling between the two people vaguely.

If they didn't name or title them, it was difficult to connect the two people. But once they were given the names, they were really special.

Sheryl was so angry that her face turned pale. Meanwhile, her colleagues also released the news, and many personal messages poured into the phone soon.

They were extremely pleased and thrilled.

With the phone in one of her hands and an eyebrow pencil in the other, Sheryl's face was so angry that even a thick powder could not cover it. She was not willing to be disgraced.

How could he be such a person? The fake photo must be shot by someone to destroy his reputation.

After comforting herself in her heart, she immediately called her leader and stammered that she wanted to ask for leave.

"Something serious happened to my family, so I want to ask for a leave. I'll make it up after I finish it."

If she went to the company today, she would be treated as a free monkey from the zoo and be talked about it by others.

Either way, she was almost driven crazy by the image she had maintained for so many years.

How could she have been involved in such a mess all the time.

There were very few people in the company who didn't know about it. When she made the call, the leader comforted her, "Don't be too sad. There are many other good men in the world."

She liked to attach herself to power in the company and had a good relationship with this executives, so she quickly asked for leave.