Philip Dixon who came out of the pantry smoked a cigarette, just relieved his emotions, as soon as he came out, he saw Sophie pulling Warren’s arm, looking up at him with a smile on her face, the two of them giving a sense of love and sweetness.
His face instantly sank again.
Sophie from Warren’s eyes insight thick to overflowing love, her eyes slightly sh, subconsciously want to escape, “That … I go to a bathroom.”
Casually find an excuse to get away.
Philip Dixon saw hering this way, immediately turned around and folded back into the pantry.
The door to the bathroom is through the pantry, Sophie was walking when she was grabbed by the arm and led into the pantry and closed the door.
She was dazed and confused, and only when she was pinned back against the door did she realize that the person standing in front of her was Philip Dixon.
“Master Dixon, what are you doing?”
Seeing that it was Philip Dixon, Sophie bristled, her pretty eyebrows twisted into a twist.
Her sulking look was like a pissed off kitten, harmless, but cute enough to make people want to reach out and caress her.
“What’s the matter, you’re in love with Warren and I can’t even touch you?”
Philip Dixon was furious at the thought of her smiling at Warren and frowning at him like he was an enemy.
“What’s with what?”
Sophie was baffled, not understanding what Philip Dixon was talking about.
Her annoyed look fell into Philip Dixon’s eyes, making him mistakenly think that Sophie was a little annoyed with him, which made Philip Dixon’s heart more and more upset.
“You don’t know about Warren’s family yet, do you?”
He raised an eyebrow and snorted lightly, “Warren’s family is very poor, her mother recently got sick and needs a lot of money, I see she is very close to the bossdy of Hong Fei Group.”
Philip Dixon said, Philip Dixon words a meal, meaning, “you should understand what I mean.”
“I don’t understand!”
Sophie found Philip Dixon inexplicable, “Who he gets close to is his freedom to make friends, what does Master Dixon mean, so he shouldn’t make friends with women?”
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I think it’s Sophie who’s the one who’s being silly.
“Do you want me to make it clearer that Warren asked Hond, the owner of the Hong Fei Group, for a million dors to cure his mother?”
The owner of the Hong Fei Group is in her early thirties, extremely well maintained, and definitely an enchanting and chilly beauty in the business world.
How many young talented people throw olive branches to her, she is indifferent.
To say the least, Philip Dixon knows this matter ispletely heard in the mouth of fox friends.
“How do you know it’s going to be? You were there when the woman who owns Hong Fei gave Warren the money?”
Sophie pushed Philip Dixon away and gave him an exasperated nce, “You have that time, you might as well mind your fiancée.”
With an arrogant grunt, she turned around, pulled open the door and walked out.
Bang!
The pantry door was mmed shut, sending a gust of wind that ruffled Philip Dixon’s hair on his forehead and brought out the anger between his eyebrows.
The damn woman.
He kicked the chair aside in anger.
Sophie came out of the pantry and did not go to the bathroom, but walked down the hall.
Her mind lingered on what Philip Dixon had just said, and after thinking about it, she took the initiative to find Warren.
There was no sign of Warren in the lobby, and she went to the door before she saw Warren leaning against a pir alone, smoking a cigarette.
“You, are you okay?”
She said, concerned.
As soon as Warren saw Sophieing, he immediately extinguished his cigarette, threw it in the trash, and stood up straight, “Fine.”
“That … me … I heard if you’re in trouble?”
“Huh?” Warren froze, then dawned on him, looking sideways into the distance with a sigh, “Nothing, it’s just that my mom is sick. But she’s already in the hospital for surgery and is doing rehabilitation.”