Chapter 817


    Chapter 817


    “Hang on… This song is called ‘Mariage d’amour’? Marriage?!” Sophia was pissed when she learned


    that. “What a shameless wh*re! What’s she doing, ying this song for our boss?!”


    She stood up from her seat, preparing to rush back to the store. “I can’t just sit by and let him be


    charmed by this b*tch! I’m going to beat her up!”


    Fia pulled her back to her seat and said, “They’re not facing each other alone. There are other staff


    members of the store there. Tiger’s over there too.”


    “Indeed. Tiger is a really good and disciplined man. He would definitely not allow Sir to sumb to her


    seduction,” Sophia answered.


    Fia nodded. She did not want to go back there either. If she was there, she would definitely feel


    dejected and disgusted. She hugged Sophia’s arm and asked, “Have you ever fallen for anyone before,


    Sophia?”


    Sophia shook her head, “No. 1 focus on my work all the time. I don’t have time for romance.” “Well,


    from the way you are, I believe you won’t allow yourself to be hurt from a


    rtionship,” Fia said.


    Sophia thought about it for a moment and said, “Yeah! If a man I love hurts me, I’d rather leave him!”


    Fia smiled. “Good for you.”


    She envied this free-spirited girl. She had the will to do something that she could not. Fia had tried to


    leave and let go of this rtionship but she could never really bring herself to do it.


    Right now… at this moment… she had never felt so helpless and lost before. She could not foresee if


    her future would be bright and happy, and she could not see through her husband’s thoughts and


    feelings.


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    A message came in. It was from Conrad.


    Fia pouted and replied.


    Conrad:


    Fia:


    Although she called him a liar, a smile appeared on her face.


    “Mr. Maxwell, do you like this song?” Finishing the outro, Esme raised her head and gazed at Conrad


    with her innocent, puppy eyes, hoping that Conrad would praise her.


    Looking away from her, Conrad said emotionlessly, “Not bad.”


    Esme was afraid that she would be outed if she yed too well. So she tried to downy her piano


    skills. On top of that, her hands got hurt before so they were not as dexterouspared to when she


    was younger.


    “Perhaps I’ll y another song for you?” Esme said anxiously.


    Conrad raised his head and red at her coldly. “Tiger, what do you think? Did she y well?”


    Tiger responded in disgust, “She’s quite good. Doesn’t sound like a beginner.”


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    Esme’s heart raced when she heard their exchange. She did not know what Conrad meant by


    this.


    Conrad turned and asked the staff members in the store, “What do you think?”


    The staff who were low-ranked dared not to say a thing. Seeing this, the manager stepped forward,


    trying to cover for his subordinates. Although he did not understand what the CEO wanted, the


    manager answered honestly, “It’s… It’s really good.”


    The manager stuttered as he looked at Esme and Tiger, “I… I don’t understand music. But… But I think


    it sounded lovely.”


    “I see. So…” Conrad stood up and walked to the piano. He pressed a key and red into Esme’s eyes.


    “This means that Miss Thomas is not a beginner. Not only that, you had yed piano for quite some


    time, right?”


    Esme stared at him speechlessly. The man was still handsome as ever-his sculpted face, vigorously


    robust amber irises, tall nose, and cold, sexy lips. Everything about him seemed so magically


    entrancing to her, eating away her ability to think straight.


    “If you like it, I can y for you every day,” she gazed at Conrad and said.


    Conrad hated this woman from the deepest part of his heart. He smiled, “Then, would you kindly y at


    Maxwell Corporation’s first-floor lobby?