Simp, Who Are You?

She and Chase, although they are abroad, but after all, only friends, but also do not live together, the two years abroad, indeed, not as peaceful as at home, although her grandfather hired a bodyguard for her and Jonah, but Isla still think, she knows a little fighting good.

Liam heard this, but his eyes sank again.

Fighting is something that you have to start learning from a young age to get good at it, but Isla has been away for six years, and a year or two, supposedly giving birth and taking care of the baby, which means she's only been around for four or five years to get that kind of skill.

What does this mean?

This means that she must have suffered a lot and put in a lot of effort that ordinary people cannot imagine.

And all this is because of what? Because of his dereliction of duty, because he as a husband, as a father, but did not stay by the side of his children and wife, to protect them, to take care of them, to let her alone, to bear so much.

He couldn't help but say, "Isla, I'm sorry!" as he felt a stifling pain in his heart.

Isla thought this person was strange, she had learned some fighting, what did he have to do with it, why did he apologize to her in cold blood?

But she had company business.

He did not care to talk to him, and only left a sentence: "Mr. Torres, you should continue to call me Miss White in the future is better!"

The name Isla, too intimate, Isla felt, did not fit between them.

Liam's eyes were cold.

Chase can call her Isla, but he can't?

He looked at her back and asked in a dumb voice, "Do you really like him?"

Isla raised an eyebrow, only to find him inexplicable.

Looking back at her, he laughed slowly, "If I really liked him, wouldn't Mr. Torres just give up and stop pestering me?"

Liam's mind sank and he looked at her without making a sound.

Isla laughed lightly: "Seriously, I still think that what I think I like him or don't like him has nothing to do with Mr. Torres, but what I can tell Mr. Torres is that I definitely don't have a good feeling about Mr. Torres. Chase's character, gentle and considerate, is also much more comfortable than Mr. Torres, so if I really like anyone between you two, it should be Chase, not Mr. Torres!

She has no love for Chase, actually.

It's just a friendship, but if you can get rid of Liam, you don't have to look at this man every day, often so awkward, there is no harm in lying to him, and I believe Chase knows that it will not mind. Liam's heart prickled.

Feeling like a net, spread out to his heart, to trap and bind, but also took countless sharp weapons, down the vicious stab.

The throat is arduous and cannot spit out a single word.

When Liam stopped talking, Isla thought she had achieved her goal, turned to the car and said to the driver, "Go to the office!"

Driver: "Yes!"

The car is headed to Stewart Group.

Adam looked at Liam, and said worriedly, "Mr......."

Liam was silent for a long time, pursed his thin, cold lips and got into the car.

He found that under her smiling look, he could not see through her, he could not tell if she really liked Chase more, or just simply to get rid of himself.

But......

No matter which one it is, when he thought of her hooking her red lips and saying that she would really like whoever it would be, it would only be Chase, he just felt like he was being driven crazy by this statement.

Stewart Group.

Isla was in a good mood. She felt that she had said such things to Liam and that this man would be dead, so she went back to the office with a smile on her face.

She was already good-looking, and when she smiled like that, she made all of Stewart Group, both male and female colleagues, look a little distracted.

She was early in the morning and did a lot of layout and planning.

Several instructions were given downward from the president's office.

And Romy, at this time, also took a folder, walked to Isla, pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her: "President, this is what you asked for before, aug next schedule, three days later, they have to play a game with our domestic Stuart ranked second batt team, these days they should be preparing for the game, we We can wait until this game is over and then contact them."

Isla took one look, smiled and said slowly, "No! Where are they playing?"

Romy said, "At the Esport Arena in D City!"

Isla instructed, "Well, get me a ticket, the kind that allows me to talk to them head-on!"

Romy said, "No problem!"

Whether as aplr or as president of Stewart Group, getting a VVIP ticket to sit at the front and talk directly to aug at the beginning or end of the competition is not a problem, and even with a phone call, the organizers of the competition will be honored to hand over the ticket, happy that they have invited Isla.

Only Romy also asked: "President, what do you want to do? Sign them right after the game? Is that really a good idea? If you offer to sign them at that time, they might ask for a higher price!"

If so, how can they get Mr. Baker out of the company?

Isla listened and smiled: "You'll know when the time comes!"

Seeing the president's confident look, Romy also did not ask more questions: "Well, I'll go out first!"

Isla: "Mmm!"

After taking care of company business again, Isla glanced at her watch, it was noon, and got up to prepare for dinner.

And this time.

Romy suddenly came in with a very complicated look and said, "The president of receiving a client from abroad, so he didn't deliver it personally."

this is Mr. Walker from Torres Group, just delivered the lunch box, saying that Mr. Torres made it for you. Mr. Torres is

Isla: "

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She thought she had said that in the morning, Liam should have given up, but in the middle of the day, he started again? Does this man really refuse to give up?

Romy looked at the president, not a very good face.

Carefully asked, "President, it smells pretty good, do you want to take a bite?"

Isla: "You smell good, so you eat it!"

Romy "Ah......? Is that really good?"

Isla doesn't care much: "Nothing bad, you don't eat it anyway, you can only throw it away!"

Romy swallowed a little.

Remembering something else, he held up his phone and said, "By the way, Mr. Torres sent a tweet half an hour ago with a picture of this food box, and the tweet read: 'As I love you, no matter what.' So now, the whole country should know that he's cooking for you again!"

Isla : "......!"