Chapter 1527: Monica Isn''T A Pushover
Chapter 1527: Monica Isn''t a Pushover
Camille took steps towards this side, her gaze falling upon Monica. From her clothing to her demeanor,
Camille felt this girl was not a match for Tristan! Seeing that she too was stopped, Camille''s mood
improved greatly, a sly smile of ''you''re no better'' curling up at the corners of her lips. It wasn''t that
Monica was bad, but rather, Tristan was too exceptional.
At this time, in a spacious and bright conference room upstairs, an important meeting was in progress.
Tristan was seated in the lead position, surrounded bypany executives. Then, his Facebook video
call rang. He picked up his phone, saw Monica''s avatar, nced at everyone, and without any
hesitation, answered, "Monica."
Everyone lifted their gazes towards the CEO, eyes filled with curiosity and gossip! The name ''Monica''
was not only seen in today''s news, but also during thest meeting room screen projection... they
remembered, didn''t they?
"Tristan, I''m downstairs at yourpany. I brought you chicken soup that I made myself. Can Ie
up?" Monica didn''t know where he was or who was with him, but she thought he was alone, "I was
stopped by the security."
Monica spoke in a soft and gentle voice, her tone was a bit yful and filled with deep affection. "Kevin,
go down and receive Miss Swain." Tristan''s voice was gentle.
"Yes."
"Bye-bye!" Monica, being considerate, hung up the phone, then waited patiently. She had just seen the
beautiful smile on Tristan''s face, and she thought, he must also want to see her, right?
Since the Facebook video was on speaker, all the executives in the conference room heard Monica''s
words to Tristan. Her ''Tristan'' really sounded so clingy!
"Cough!" Tristan nced at everyone, put down his phone, and resumed his serious expression in a
second, "Let''s continue the meeting. Whose turn was it to speak? Please proceed."
At this moment, Kevin had already opened the elevator door, entered the elevator, and was going down
to receive the future CEO''s wife. If the wedding day was celebrated at the office, he might also be able
to bask in the joy.
Downstairs, in the grand and glorious lobby. The security guard had also heard Mr. Norwell''s words, so
he politely saluted her, "Please wait a moment, Miss. Theyout upstairs isplex, Kevin, Mr.
Norwell''s aide, should be here soon."
"Alright, you can go on with your work." She obediently stood in ce waiting. The security guard
turned and left, and Camille stood in front of Monica, arms folded, looking down at her.
Meeting this woman''s gaze, Monica was puzzled, thinking, is she a client of rke Corp? Therefore,
she smiled politely at Camille and stepped aside.
"Just a rtionship, is there a need to be so happy?" Camille scrutinized her, "These days, being in a
rtionship doesn''t mean you''re getting married."
Hearing this tone... could it be that this girl likes Tristan, is she a rival in love? Monica analyzed. At this
moment, the elevator door opened, and Kevin wasing this way.
Monica didn''t have time to dy. She had to get this lovingly prepared soup to Tristan quickly! So,
adhering to the principle of not offending anyone, she looked at the woman with a smile, "Just because
I''m in a rtionship, are you so sour? He might not marry me, but he definitely won''t marry you.
Otherwise, why wouldn''t he confess to you?"
"Miss Swain." Kevin arrived, "Pleasee with me."
"Okay!" Monica nced at the sour Camille, held the thermos bowl, and followed Kevin towards the
elevator, "Is he busy?"
"Mr. Norwell is in a meeting. You will have to wait in his office for a while."
"Alright! No problem!"
Camille was truly speechless! She ndered over and over again in French, "Tristan''s taste is too
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unique. This girl is too ordinary, isn''t she? Just making a soup to curry favor? Shouldn''t a CEO''s
marriage be a match of equals?"