Brown Group is in trouble 3

Now, Clara Brown was old, her body had lost its elasticity from before, and except for her continuous demand for sweet words and flattery, nothing else had changed.

Terry Garcia felt tired, and now every time he had to console her, it felt like repetitive work just like a machine, which couldn't compare to a tender and charming Little Charmer.

Just as he thought of this, Terry's cell phone rang, displaying CEO Lewis on the screen.

He smirked and answered it.

A beautiful and enchanting voice came from the other side, softly cooing, "My darling, have you been missing me?"

"You little demon, bothering me during the day, don't blame me if I seek revenge at night." At this moment, Terry didn't have the demeanor of a deputy general manager at all, he was completely a wretched man.

On the other side, the young model pouted, crossing one leg over the other, "My darling is so bad, you know exactly what I'm thinking. How can I show my face like this? Annoying, so annoying."