The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 90

Olive raised her head slightly. "I'm just imitating you. These are all what Miss Meyer taught me. There is an old saying that even a worm will turn. Don't regard me as a simple student five years ago. Of course, you have to be a little tougher and you can deal with me directly. However, I have to tell you one thing. I had written everything in the Facebook including the truth of that year and your recent threats. The account number and password all kept by one of my friend abroad. If I had an accident, three days later, the contents will be sent to Alan."

The wicked still had to resort to evil tactics.

It turned out that when this day really came, it was not as terrible as her imagined.

Was it because she thought too much before, or did she feel inferior because of the difference between she and him ?

Or did she suddenly feel frustrated when she saw him eager to get engaged with Ophelia Meyer and go abroad?

At noon, Mr. Geve knocked on Olive's office door and stood at the door, laughing like a Maitreya Buddha. "Will I disturb your work?"

Olive put aside the documents and got up quickly. She smiled and invited him in. "It's natural for the boss to inspect the work. How dare I say bother?"

"Let me first affirm that I am not here to inspect your work. As you are here, the old man is at ease."

Olive said, "How could you say that. You are not old Mr. Geve. If you really get old but you are strong and experienced. You will never be worse than youngsters."

"Ha-ha, look at your sweet mouth. You will coax my old man. I have to admit that I’m old. At sixty,it was my first cycle of life. It's not like you young people.” Mr. Geve sighed.

"Although we are young, we are inexperienced and we have to learn more from you." Olive was not flattery but it was real.

"Well, look at you. The more you talk about it, the more energetic we are. We're not flattering. How about having a meal with my old man, today?" Mr. Geve smiled.

"OK." Olive simply tidied up her desk and accompanied him to the Chinese restaurant of the hotel's.

The waiter quickly delivered the dishes.

"You young people like to eat Western food, but I don't like that stuff. Steak is always half cooked and leaves are raw, so I'm not used to it," Goldman said. Would you mind having Chinese food today?

"What do you say, Mr. Geve? I'm a real Chinese. How could I don't love Chinese food? Besides, there are too many rules for eating western food. You have to get the right knife, fork and spoon. It's so easy to make a pair of chopsticks like Chinese people. Olive lifted up her chopsticks and put a few fish balls for Mr. Geve.

Mr. Geve also ladled her a bowl of soup. "You can eat it. This soup nourishes the face and nourishes the blood. It's suitable for you girls."

"Mr. Geve even knows that. Mrs. Geve must be very happy." Olive laughed.

"Woman is for loving, but Olive, I haven't seen you make a boyfriend for so long. Your age won’t be too young. You're not afraid to change that popular word among younger people..." Mr. Geve rubbed his forehead and thought hard.

Olive said for him, "Leftover women."

Mr. Geve made a sudden insight, "Right, leftover girls, Olive, I know you are a hard-working person, but marriage can not be delayed."

"Because it's a lifetime, we should be careful. We can't get married for the sake of marriage. We can’t just find someone to make do with casually."

Without love, she could not make do with someone.

"Look at you, you have a high standard. Mr. Geve speaking, you don't look up to it." Mr. Geve laughed.

Olive also laughed, "No, nobody thinks I’m suitable."

"No, there is a beautiful girl, how can nobody see it. In Hengdu, I heard that someone sent you roses for a month. You are not honest little girl."

Olive's face was embarrassed. How could she still be a little girl. She could be the mother of the child in this age. But it’s true, she was a little girl at home.

"Mr. Geve, you have put spy between us? You know everything."

"It’s called see things thousands of miles away.” Mr. Geve was very humorous.

Olive found that there were many kinds of bosses. Mr. Geve belonged to the kind of approachable person. He can also play harmless jokes. There was no restraint between him and his subordinates. And she could also feel free. Alan, on the other hand, always gave her the illusion of dominance.

Mr. Geve gave her another dish. "Come on, eat more. The little girl is too thin. There must be a lot of things in the hotel recently. Don't crush your body down. Eat more then you an have energy to work."

"Please, Mr. Geve."

"I wish I had such a cute daughter as you." Mr. Geve suddenly sighed. Olive knew he was thinking of his lost child but didn’t know how to comfort him. At that time Mr. Geve suddenly raised his eyebrows again "Otherwise, I would like to introduce some young talents to you. You could choose one from them. If you find someone is suitable you can have a try."

Olive’s soup choked in her throat that she had to pat her chest. "Mr. Geve, you are going to change your career to be a matchmaker."

"That's not bad. It could be a hobby. Well, you don’t believe my insight?”

Olive waved her hand. "I don't mean that. It's me. I don't have that plan yet."

"Not yet, when do you want to? Waiting for, 30 years old? Then you will really become old. You don’t have the chance to choose others but you will be chosen.” Mr. Geve reminded.

Olive muttered, "Why do I feel what you say, it’s just like picking vegetables in the market?"

Mr. Geve said, "Don't mention it. It's almost the same metaphor. The first come could choice the best but the last one could just get lame radish and rotten cabbage."

Olive burst out laughing. "Mr. Geve, can you stop being so frightened that I seem to can't get married?"

Mr. Geve looking at her. "If you want to delay for a few more years, your mother should say it at home everyday “Why do I raise an old girl who can't get married?"

Olive couldn't help laughing. Mr. Geve was so funny.