Chapter 147
Chapter 147 Did You Admit The Wrong Person?
Early the next morning.
Isabe was about to go out when she heard Myra say, “Ms. Young. Matthew has been waiting for you
for two consecutive nights.”
Isabe was a little surprised, “He’s back?”
“Yes. he rushed back to meet you after finishing all his affairs abroad, but you left early and returned
late these two days, so we didn’t see you.”
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Having said that, Myra asked gently, “Can you go home for dinner tonight?”
But Isabe remembered that she had to supplement Kennedy’s professional knowledge after get off
work, “It’s after dinner, I try to go as early as possible.”
“Good!” Myraughed, “He must be very happy to see you.”
Isabe has been very busy these two days, allowing Cecilia to take advantage of the loopholes and
has been courting Matthew…
Isabe walked out the gate and saw Benjamin standing next to the car on the phone in the distance.
His figure is slender and tall, his temperament is clear and elegant, and his every move exudes an
iparable nobility.
When Isabe approached, I heard him say: “Well, go in the afternoon.”
After finishing the call. Benjamin opened the door of the passenger seat for her, and the aura in his
whole body softened naturally. “Have you had breakfast?”
“Hmm.” Isabe raised her eyes and asked, “What’s up this afternoon?”
“There is a temporary situation, and I have to go abroad.” Benjamin leaned over to fasten her seat belt
for her, “Come back tomorrow afternoon, during this time, you have to take good care of yourself.”
“I’m not a three-year-old.”
Benjamin raised his eyebrows slightly, “I’ll be back as soon as I’m done.”
“Um.”
“Eat three meals a day on time, don’t just focus on work and disregard your health.” Benjamin
reminded while driving. “Be careful on the way to and from get off work. If there is anything wrong, call
me as soon as possible…’
“You’ve only been there for a day…” Isabe knew that this man couldn’t let her go, “Don’t worry, I’ll
take good care of myself.”
Hearing what she said. Benjamin’s Mo Tong softened, “The bag next to it is for you, open it and have a
look.”
Isabe opened it and saw that there were not only some things for the menstrual period, but also hot
water bottles, belly warmers, snacks and so on.
Benjamin didn’t know when her period woulde, and was worried that she had just returned to the
Logan family, and the Logan family didn’t prepare these for her.
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“If it doesn’t work, I’ll prepare something else for you.”
Isabe naturally knew what he was referring to, and her face was a
little hot.
After sending Isabe to the vicinity of thepany, Benjamin opened the car door and hugged her
reluctantly, “The flowers are all nted, I will take you to see them when Ie back.”
“good.”
“Tomorrow’spetition, just try your best, don’t put too much pressure on yourself.” Benjamin looked
at her with a loving and gentle expression, “I will try toe back before thepetition.”
“Well, no rush.”
“See you tomorrow.” Benjamin cupped her face and kissed her before leaving.
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It’s been a busy day at thepany.
After get off work, Isabe told Kennedy some design tips and tricks. Before I knew it, it was already
past eight o’clock in the evening.
“Ms. Young, shall I treat you to dinner?” Kennedy felt too sorry. “You have taught me so many methods
and tricks. Tomorrow is the game, so I must treat you tonight.”
“Then just eat something.” Isabe checked the time, she had to go back to see her elder brother,
“What’s there to eat nearby?”
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delicious…”
When Kennedy said this happily, he suddenly realized something. and hurriedly stopped the topic. “No.
let’s go somewhere else…”
“That’s it.”
“Huh?” Kennedy always felt that the environment there was not suitable for Ms. Young’s identity.
But Isabe picked up the bag Benjamin had prepared for her, “Let’s go.”
“Ms. Young, what’s in your bag?” Kennedy had never seen her carrying such a cute bag, which looked
like a cute little rabbit.
I didn’t expect it to be in Ms. Young’s hand, it looks inexplicably beautiful.
“Daily necessities.” Isabe thought of the man, her brows and eyes softened.
It’s only ten minutes away from thepany to the barbecue stand.
At this time, no one was eating barbecue. Kennedy asked Isabe’s taste, ordered a lot of things, sat in
front of the small table, took out two paper towels, wiped Isabe’s table top and then wiped his own.
“Ms. Young, I have a match tomorrow, I’m a little nervous…” Kennedy was afraid that he might not
perform well and would embarrass Isabe.
“It’s fine to treat it normally.” Isabe raised her eyebrows gently, “You can definitely do it.”
After a while, the proprietress came over with a few small tes.
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“Thank you. Ms. Young, do you smell it?” Kennedy picked up a chicken wing and handed it to Isabe.
“This is yours.”
“Thank you.” Isabe reached out to take it. “Do you cat here often?”
“Well.” Kennedy said with a smile, “Sometimes when thepany is busy until cleven or twelve
o’clock, when passing by, I will satisfy my hunger and pack a meal for my mother for supper.”
Isabe recalled her life experience, and just about to say
something. five or six cars suddenly stopped on the side of the road, and more than 20 gangsters with
sticks rushed out of the car and surrounded them.
“Who are you?” Kennedy was a little surprised, and subconsciously grabbed Isabe’s clothes, “Did
you recognize the wrong person?”
The leading man looked at Isabe, then at Kennedy, and was sure it was the two of them.
As soon as he waved his hand, the brothers under his hand rushed forward one by one with sticks, as
if they were going to kill
someone.
When it was toote, Isabe quickly pulled Kennedy up, and beat them down with several sticks at the
same ce where they were sitting. Fortunately, they got up in time, otherwise their heads. would
burst.
“Did you recognize the wrong person?” Kennedy was pulled by Isabe, and watched as the table was
overturned, and the falling kebab drink-stained Isabe’s rabbit bag.
Just as Isabe was about to pick it up, several wooden sticks
greeted them at the same time. Fortunately, she was agile and pulled Kennedy out of the way. She also
taught some of the gangsters a lesson.
“Don’t hit me, don’t hit me…” The proprictress of the stall was so frightened that she hurried out and
begged, “Stop beating, I just bought that chair, and the table is also new…they are just two little
girls. Please do me a favor and let them go?”