Chapter 615 She Has to Ask
With a trace of doubt and uneasiness, the womany sideways beside him, unable to fall asleep for a
long time...
She was once Leslie’s mistress, then his wife. To this day, she was happy, although they had no child.
He gave her money every month, so she could hang out with her friends every day without worries.
Ingrid was not very well educated. She had no understanding of thepany and had never
participated in its management.
Were there any women in thepany who wanted to seduce Leslie?
Or women that wanted his money?
All could happen in such a society. As soon as this thought shed through her mind, Ingrid became
very insecure.
That night, she had insomnia.
Why did he start working overtime? He never worked overtime before. It shouldn''t be because of work.
He used to hand over everything to Josh, he really didn''t work overtime.
The next morning.
Ingrid and Leslie got up together. She carefully tied his tie for him.
She hugged his waist, as usual, raised her eyes, and said coquettishly, "Honey, can you not work
overtime today? There is a party tonight, and I want you to go with me. "
"No." Leslie replied seriously, "I have to keep an eye on thepany as there is a lot going on these
days."
But weren’t there many things going on before?
They went downstairs together. He left in a hurry without even having breakfast at home.
Ingrid stood at the door of the living room and watched him get into the car, then watched the car drive
away, feeling that this man was getting farther and farther away from her.
"Madam, there are eggs, sandwiches, and milk for breakfast today."
She turned to look at the maid behind her, and murmured, "Mr. Eastwood has changed, can you feel
it?"
Meeting her gaze, the maid shook her head, "Isn''t he always like this?"
Ingrid sighed softly and entered the dining room.
He was different. She had a strong premonition.
After breakfast, Ingrid put on her makeup and changed into a beautiful dress. Then she came to the
yard.
The driver opened the door for her, and she got into the car. "Go to Mrs. Huston’s."
"Yes, madam."
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Without a job, what she did most every day was y cards.
She spent most of her time with those rich women who didn’t need to work too.
Mrs. Huston''s vi is very beautiful. There was even a cat booth in the yard.
Ingrid was thest to arrive.
In her early forties, she was a little chubby, and very feminine. She had no education or brain, but she
was very beautiful and straightforward.
As soon as she arrived, the game began.
"Mrs. Eastwood, the genius Mr. Eastwood recently recruited must have brought a lot of benefits to the
Another person said, "It is said that the person used to be the vice president of the Marsh Group, I
suppose it''s not only about benefits. Somepany decisions can certainly be used for reference. "
Thedies chatted, but Ingrid was confused.
A genius?
Why didn''t she know?
The former vice president of the Marsh Group? Whom? Why would such a big shot join the R-n?
Why?
"I don''t care much about thepany, Leslie is very good at reading people." Ingrid said with a smile,
"The people who work under him are all very good."
Seeing her careless look, one of the women reminded her, "Mr. Eastwood, you should care about
something."
"That''s right, after all, Mr. Eastwood is not so dedicated. They stay together all day, what if something
happens? It''s also hard to say."
Ingrid was slightly startled, something happens. Was the new vice president a woman?
Can a woman hold such a high position in thepany? How good must she be? Or... scheming!
Women''s sixth sense was urate!
Ingrid was not in the mood to y cars. After losing thousands of dors ying cards, she made an
excuse and went home.