Chapter 618 Going To The Company


    Downtown, in the evening.


    In Leslie’s huge vi, Ingrid urged three times in the kitchen, "How long does the soup take?"


    "Madam, the chicken soup for Mr. Eastwood must be cooked for two hours, or he won''t like it." The


    servant was helpless, "I can''t control the time. You said it toote."


    "Okay, okay, call me when you''re done." Ingrid turned away angrily. She didn’t make things difficult for


    the servant.


    She suddenly thought of cooking some chicken soup for Leslie so she would have an excuse to go to


    thepany.


    While waiting, she paced back and forth in the living room, thinking of Catherine.


    She raised her wrist to check the time from time to time. Soon it would be past dinner time.


    When the moon and stars appeared in the sky, and the whole city was lit up by   lights, she finally


    smelled the aroma of chicken soup.


    He should be working overtime today because he didn’te home.


    "Mrs. Eastwood, the chicken soup is ready."


    Ingrid took the thermos from the maid and hurried to the yard.


    The driver opened the car door for her, and she quickly got into the car holding the thermos carefully,


    "Go to thepany, hurry up!"


    "Yes, Mrs. Eastwood." The driver closed the door for her and quickly returned to his seat.


    About ten minutester, the car stopped in front of the R-n.


    Ingrid opened the car door, quickly got out of the car with the thermos, and rushed towards the


    Upstairs.


    Leslie was in a good mood, and he walked into the vice president''s office with two cups of freshly


    brewed coffee.


    Hearing the footsteps, Catherine, who was busy working, looked up and saw the middle-aged man


    smiling.


    "Come, have a cup of coffee, I made it myself."


    "Thanks."


    Leslie put one of the cups beside her right hand, then put one hand on the desk, looked at her


    "I''ll report to you when I''m done." She picked up the coffee and gently stirred it with a silver spoon.


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    Leslie''s eyes fell on her thin face again, "I heard from Josh that you ate bread here in the afternoon, are


    you hungry? Shall I order some food for you?"


    "No, I am good." She was embarrassed, "I can''t eat much. I''m a little hungry asionally, it''s okay."


    But Leslie was very concerned about her.


    The elevator door opened.


    Ingrid, carefully dressed, walked towards the president''s office with a thermal.


    When passing by the vice president''s office, she inadvertently looked inside.


    She saw her husband propped one hand on the desk, and leaned slightly, with a coffee cup in the other


    hand.


    The woman sitting in the office chair looked up, the two were talking about something.


    Although she couldn''t hear what he was saying, they looked very intimate.


    Ingrid didn''t stop but slowed down. She saw it clearly.


    When she walked into the CEO''s office with a restless heart, Josh got up quickly, "Mrs. Eastwood."


    "Hi, Josh." She put the soup gently on Leslie''s desk, smiled, and asked, "Where is Leslie? I brought


    him chicken soup. "


    Josh was a little worried. She passed Catherine''s office just now. Didn''t she see Leslie?


    But she''d better not have seen it.


    "In the conference room I suppose, wait a moment, I''ll call him now." With that said, Josh left quickly.


    He hurried into the vice president''s office and whispered to Leslie''s ear, "Mr. Eastwood, your wife is


    here."