Chapter 39
As long as it was work, a secretary had no reason to refuse.
When Jessica came out of the president''s office, she met Martin who was about to enter. "Hello, Mr.
Deerman."
Martin nodded.
"Martin, you''re finally here. Let me tell you something strange. Mr. Williams brought his secretary to
dine with us together. I never see him like that. But I like it very much. With beauty like Jessica dining
with us, I will be full just by looking at her tonight."
Oliver was busy and did not hear what Carl was saying to Martin.
"Is Miss White going to dinner too?"
"Yes. I really like mature women like Miss White."
When Oliver heard the name of Miss White, he nced at Carl.
"Why are you ring at me? Don''t tell me that you are a boss who would asionally f*ck your
secretary."
''Yes, he is.'' Martin listened with a wicked smile and said nothing.
"Martin, I''ll take you to see the lounge inside." Carl was so talkative. "Oliver is so extravagant. By
contrast, we really led a beggar life in America."
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Oliver finished all the work and said, "Let''s go now."
"I haven''t shown Martin around your office yet."
"He''s been here many times."
"What have you done behind my back? Only I have been here for the first time."
"If you don''t want to leave, just stay here. Martin, let''s go."
Oliver and Martin walked straight to the elevator exclusive for the boss.
"Why are you walking so fast? Won''t you wait for Miss White?"
Carl squeezed in as the elevator door was about to close. "You two are plotting to leave me alone."
"I wanted toe out with Miss White so that others would assume that I have a girlfriend and they
would not covet me anymore. You shouldn''t walk so fast."
Carl had lived in the United States for many years. Even his dressing style was American street style.
With a handsome face, he could always win women''s affection.
The two men in front of him strode forward. Only Carl was walking slowly and kept waving at women
who were ogling him.
They arrived at a private home cuisine where Oliver often entertained guests.
Jessica was already waiting at the door and was about to bring them into the private room. But at this
time, she met Sally in the hall.
"Good evening, Mr. Williams. Are you here for dinner too?" Sally went to greet Oliver.
"So are you, Miss Saletta?"
"I had an appointment here. But the other party can''te because of something. I feel boring to eat
here alone and I am about to leave." Sally turned to Jessica and said, "Miss White, you''re getting
prettier these days."
Jessica smiled sweetly and blushed. "That''s sweet, Miss Saletta."
Martin suddenly said, "Miss Saletta, if you don''t mind, you can have dinner with us. If there are more
people, there will be more fun."
Sally nced at Martin and wondered whether he had known her. She frowned slightly. "Won''t I disturb
you?"
Jessica tugged at Sally''s clothes. Sally looked at Jessica''s pleading eyes and smiled, "Then I''m d to
join you."
Jessica also breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, she would feel awkward dining with three men and
didn''t know how to finish her meal.
The five people sat down and started to talk about the weather in Birmingham.
Martin looked at Sally who sat opposite to him and asked, "Miss Saletta, are you a local?"
Everyone else looked at Sally when he asked her.
A trace of displeasure shed across Sally''s eyes. "My mother was born in Birmingham. I''m half local."
Soon, the waiter served dishes, easing the tense atmosphere in the room.
As soon as the waiter left, Carl asked, "The dishes look very good. Miss White, what do you like to eat?
I''ll help you with the dishes."
Jessica was stunned and looked at Oliver, who was sitting in the main seat.
Oliver red at Carl. "Aren''t you hungry?"
"Mr. Williams, don''t keep a straight face when dining with us. You will ruin our appetite."
"It seems that you are not hungry. You can leave early and let us have a quiet dinner."
"Without me, can you have this meal?"
Sally said, "Mr. Salen, did youe from afar?"
"Not really. I''m a local."
Martin continued, "You''re a foreigner. Don''t call yourself a Birmingham man."
Sally thought Carl was like an American-born man. "Mr. Salen, did you grow up abroad?"
"Not really. I have simr experiences with Oliver. Am I right, Mr. Williams?"
"Why do you suddenly mention me when talking about yourself?"
Jessica had just learned that Oliver had grown up abroad. She had never asked anything about Oliver.
But she could tell from previous meetings that these two men should be Oliver''s best friends.
Carl saw Jessica eating slowly and asked. "Miss White, are you not satisfied with the food here? What
do you want to eat? We can order more."
Jessica suffered morning sickness slightly and had no appetite. When Carl found something wrong with
her, Jessica became very nervous. "No, thanks. I''m full."
"Miss White, do you want to go to the bathroom with me?" As Sally spoke, Sally had already stood up.
"Okay."
After they left, Carl asked Oliver, "Is Miss White short-spoken all the time?"
When Carl asked, Martin was holding back a snicker.
Oliver ignored Carl and continued eating.
"Did I say anything wrong?" Carl was also puzzled and then asked Martin.
"If you keep talking, I will drive you out of Birmingham."
"No. I haven''t even met your wife. You said you would bring her to meet us and treat us to dinner." Carl
pointed at Oliver.
Martinughed out loud. Carl suddenly realized what was happening and opened his mouth wide.
"Mr. Williams, seriously? Jessica is your wife? You''re torturing your wife. She has to sleep with you at
night and work for you during the day?"
Oliver did not deny it. So it was true.
"Martin, why don''t you tell me earlier?"
Martin raised his chin at Oliver, meaning that since Oliver wanted to keep it a secret, he couldn''t
expose it.