Chapter 130 I Think Highly of Myself, Again


    Frances Louis, he…


    I told him that I didn’t want it. Why he still buys it?


    Does he really like me? Like Mindy said?


    "No, no, no."


    I shake my head and try to get this terrible idea out of my mind and wait for Frances Louis toe.


    Then, Frances Louises and leads me into the golf course.


    I thought Frances Louis wasing in for a round of golf, but he takes me straight to the dining room.


    "The Japanese food here is very good. Try it."


    I nod and follow him in.


    I don’t know much about Japanese food, so I just order a few dishes at random.


    When the food is served, I find that many things are raw. In fact, I am not very good at eating raw food,


    and, not wanting to annoy Frances Louis, I eat a little and put down my chopsticks.


    Frances Louis doesn’t eat much either. I never see him eat much. He is always so polite and elegant.


    Of course, the Frances I was talking about was the Frances in public. When he with me, he is no more


    than a beast.


    Frances Louis''s phone rings. He answers and soon his brows furrow.


    Because I sit a little far from him, I can’t hear what they are saying. I hear him say ‘I know’, and then he


    hangs up the phone.


    He takes me out without a word, and when he reaches the door, he holds out his hand and says, "Give


    me that."


    He means the bag in my hand.


    I don’t know what he means, but I still give it to him ording to hismand.


    "Take a taxi and go home. I have some business."


    Then Frances Louis takes the bag into the car.


    I am left alone and don’t understand what is going on. Didn''t I choose this ne? Isn''t it for me?


    Do I misunderstand? Does he have other ns?


    I couldn''t figure out Frances Louis''s mind, so I just take a taxi and go home.


    N?velDrama.Org ? content.


    At ten o’clock in the evening, Frances Louis still note back.


    I don’t care, so I take a bath and go to sleep.


    It’s Monday. I get up early, wash my face and go downstairs.


    Passing Frances Louis’s room, I find his quilt neatly folded.


    Did he note backst night? Or he has gone?


    It is gettingte, so I have no time to think about Frances Louis and go directly to thepany.


    Monday morning is a busy one with thepany signing a new partnership.


    Thanks to Nicole Snow''s prejudice against me, she gives me half as much work as she gives anyone


    else.


    I am busy in my work when suddenly therees a cry of surprise from the office.


    "Oh my god! The president of Louis Group has a mistress, and his wife find out!"


    The president of Louis Group? Frances Louis? Does Whitney know about my rtionship with Frances


    Louis?


    My heart skips a beat. I can’t concentrate in my work, so I overhear them gossiping.


    "Where? Let me see."


    "On the headline! The push-news! The news is flying everywhere!"


    I quickly take out my phone, my hands shaking, and log on twitter. There is full of news of Frances


    Louis spending the night with a model.


    Not me?


    I am relieved. I read the news carefully. I suddenly find that the heroine of the news is Cindy Leigh, who


    I has met once before.


    And around her neck is the ne I selected yesterday.


    It turns out that Frances Louis asks me to select the ne for her. Of course, I am not the only


    woman around Frances Louis.


    Obviously, I think highly of myself again.


    With a wry smile, I continue to look down.


    Then, it is the description of Whitney catching their affairs and pping Cindy Leigh.


    The news is like a big boom for everyone in the office. Even Nicole Snow. Also join their gossips.


    I sit there, watching them discuss heatedly, feeling uneasy.


    If one day my rtionship with Frances Louis is exposed, how will I be attacked by these people?


    I don’t dare to think.


    While I am woolgathering, Whitney calls me.