"what did you say?"
The woman looked at her in shock.
Emily Aitken was sitting upright, her head lightened, and she said, "I didn't lie to you on the phone, and from the last phone call, you should know that our relationship is very bad."
After a pause, she folded her hands on the table: "You should talk about your hatred with Oliver Aitken."
The woman seemed to want to see the traces of lying on her face, but Emily Aitken had a calm expression and did not dodge or evade her eyes. The woman gradually put down her defenses.
"My man is a mason, and I am a small worker. We are all working on the construction site. A few months ago, we took over the job of the Aitken family. The boss came here a few times." The woman gritted her teeth, with a plain yellow face. Anger appeared on the website: "The boss thinks that we are too honest in laying cement, and told us to mix some soil in it! He also changed the brick factory. The original purchase was seven cents and one brick. The boss felt that he made too little, so he replaced it with a brick factory. Five cents, but that brick often breaks when bumped, and it is more expensive than ceramics!"
Emily Aitken heard the words and probably guessed who the boss was. She adjusted her sitting posture to conceal her inexplicable emotions.
Just listen to women to come and continue: "Later, my man and a few workers felt that something would happen if this went on. They also went to the foreman for this, but the foreman only scolded us and told us to work honestly and talk less. nonsense."
"Damn it!"
Ray Reilly was unheard of, he couldn't hold back his anger, and slammed his clenched fist against the wall.
"It's not a good thing, those individuals were discouraged, and something happened later. I remember that it was as high as a seven-story building. As a result, the bricks and tiles below failed, and they collapsed!"
Emily Aitken took a breath, a chill spread from the soles of her feet to her whole body, and a layer of goose bumps formed on her arms.
When the woman talked about her sorrow, she couldn't help sobbing low. Several women beside her thought of the disaster, all of them sobbed.
Emily Aitken knew that their pain came from Oliver Aitken, and she was ashamed that she was Oliver Aitken's daughter.
Ray Reilly took out a pack of paper from the pocket of the police uniform and handed it to Emily Aitken. She knew how to distribute the paper to the women present.
The woman sniffed, and she continued: "I, I took time off for my daughter to see a doctor that day, so I survived the disaster, and my man and the men from my hometown behind me, both... there are only a few. I was seriously injured and became a vegetable."
　　 Emily Aitken felt numb in her scalp. She was still in Italy a few months ago and didn't pay much attention to Sunning 's affairs.
"What about then?" Emily Aitken's heart seemed to be weighed heavily, and she was almost out of breath.
The woman wiped her tears and held the tissue in her hand: "It's okay for a man to die when it comes to this kind of thing. My man became a vegetable. The doctor said that even if he wakes up, he can only lie on the bed for the rest of his life, but The beast, he knew that the land had crushed the migrant workers, so he immediately sold it to others. We family members gathered together to find him. He said that the land belongs to the CNB company and has nothing to do with him. We don’t care about the above, who We'll find whoever pays us!"
Emily Aitken was shocked, she looked at George Smith in shock.
The man sat straight in the corner, his thin lips tightened, as if he felt the silent questioning from Emily Aitken and sighed slightly.
Emily Aitken didn’t have time to analyze George Smith’s identity in this case. The woman has continued: “Later, someone from CNB company who claimed to be the assistant to the president came. He lowered the claim amount and compensated family members for the death of the migrant worker. 100,000, 200,000 for serious injuries, tens of thousands for minor injuries. 200,000, my man hangs on nutrient solution every day, 200,000 won’t live in three to five years, how can our mother and daughter still have a mother-in-law living? Go down? Tell the hospital to extubate it directly?"
She almost roared her last sentence.
Emily Aitken's head lowered deeper and deeper, almost buried in her chest. She didn't dare to look up at those people's bleak eyes, let alone answer her!
The woman clenched her fists: "Later we went to the assistant to the president of CNB company who gave the money, but they didn't see us at all, so we had to go to Oliver Aitken again. He heard that the wind company 's people had given us money, so he cursed. He said we were beggars and let the security guard hit us."
Emily Aitken was dumb, this approach indeed fits her father's style.
"We didn't give up, and went to find a lawyer to sue him, but the lawyer said instead that we collected the money and wanted to blackmail. If we didn't leave, we called the police and arrested us. We were afraid that we had to leave first and called the police again. The police did not accept the case at all. , Saying that we are disturbing public order. When the beast found out, he found someone to beat us again."
With that, the woman lifted up her sleeves, her arms were blue and purple, all scars and no good skin.
"We really can't do anything. Since the law doesn't punish beasts, then let's go by ourselves!" The woman put down her sleeves, and there was steadfastness in her eyes again.
Emily Aitken was trembling with anger after hearing these grievances. This was to push the honest man to the absolute path. She didn't want to know the process of committing the crime anymore.
Don't want to...
She got up and asked, "Mollie, will you go to the morning class tomorrow?"
The young and immature Mollie didn't know whether to answer this question or not. She glanced at the woman secretly, and the woman who kept talking nodded. Mollie replied milkily: "Auntie, tomorrow is Saturday, and the early education class will be off. "
Emily Aitken nodded, she was confused.
After seeing Mollie again, she left the interrogation room.
Ray Reilly came out with them, and Emily Aitken took a few steps: "Officer Li, my son was not kidnapped tonight."
"Then you call the police." Ray Reilly knows.
"I reported it for fun."
"The false police generally violated the law on public security management punishment. According to the circumstances, they were detained for not less than five days but not more than ten days, and a fine of not more than 500 dollars may be imposed. However, in view of your minor circumstances, a fine of 1,000 dollars was imposed." Ray Reilly said.
Emily Aitken touched her clear pocket and scratched her head: "Well, can I pay with WeChat when I go home? I didn't get the phone."
The poor phone was not only shattered, but also forgotten on the rooftop by the owner.
Ray Reilly was dumb, and suddenly wanted to roll her eyes. After all, due to the professionalism of the police, he nodded with a good temper, and then threatened to say: "If Mrs. Smith forgets to teach the fine, our bill will be sent directly to the Wind company ."
Emily Aitken said: "I won't forget it."
The two turned to leave, and Ray Reilly couldn't help calling him: "Mr. Smith, please wait a minute!"
George Smith turned and raised his eyebrows.
"I want to ask, how did you catch them?"
Ray Reilly asked the doubts in his mind. If the police had no clue, if George Smith's people hadn't caught them in time, he would have resigned to report tonight!
"Dark Web."
He opened his thin lips, spit out two words, and turned around and left Emily Aitken chicly.
Back at Smith 's house, Emily Aitken glanced at Austin Aitken , who was still asleep. She gently kissed the baby's forehead, tiptoed out of the room, and crooked into the familiar room.
Unexpectedly, the door was not locked. She pressed the handle and opened the door. The man was sitting on the side of the bed and staring at the door.
Emily Aitken was caught upright.
She calmed her mind and came to George Smith without flushing and heartbeat.
George Smith was very provocative, and before Emily Aitken asked him, he told him: "After you left, I was worried that you didn't have enough money, and occasionally missed some projects to Aitken ."
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"Didn't I tell you, don't give Songs money, let alone Oliver Aitken?" Emily Aitken angrily.
Thinking of the starting point of all these tragedies was George Smith, she was so angry that she couldn't jump up and punch him twice.
George Smith humbly admitted his mistake, and said silently: "I know, but don't you want to see me? I know that you have equity in the Aitken family, and if you give it to the Aitken family, you will give it to you."
Aitken 's equity?
Emily Aitken sneered in her heart. As early as the last time she met George Smith three years ago, she had already sold the shares of the Aitken family, but Oliver Aitken even took advantage of George Smith's ignorance of the two.
She really can't give Oliver Aitken any feelings of disgust, anger, and negative emotions. I don't know when she started. If Oliver Aitken doesn't do things that don't have a lower limit, then she will attract attention, and she will be surprised.
Emily Aitken covered her face with her hands, and she couldn't help asking: "Why, why? George Smith, you tell me why Oliver Aitken is my father, and why I can't get rid of him no matter what!"
Some people questioned her family education and self-cultivation because of him.
Someone kidnapped her son because of him.
Someone treats her well through him.
Emily Aitken found out more and more that between her and Oliver Aitken, there seemed to be a pair of invisible nets confining them, and she couldn't get rid of the name of Oliver Aitken's daughter.
George Smith touched her little head to comfort: "You are you, don't care about Oliver Aitken."
"Can you?" Emily Aitken asked, looking up.
George Smith nodded.
She sniffed, her mood adjusted by George Smith in a few words, she turned around to leave, and the man hugged her from behind.
Emily Aitken trembled. She could almost hear the hot heartbeat on her back. She licked her dry tongue: "Let go, I'm going to stay with Austin."
"No!" George Smith wrapped his arms around her waist, tightening a little.
Emily Aitken's face turned red and hot, she stubbornly wanted to leave, George Smith also hit the bar with her, and made up her mind not to let her leave, but she twisted her body helplessly.
Suddenly, she froze in place, her brain blank.
She searched her brain, trying to distract the man behind her with conversations and things. For a moment, Emily Aitken said quickly: "Ah, that, George Smith, I want to fund Mollie, she is very smart."
"Great."
George Smith's lips fell to her ears, and the hot and humid breath flowed through her body like an electric current, and Emily Aitken did not dare to breathe.
After three years without personnel, she became more sensitive, unable to bear the ambiguous breath of a man, and gritted her teeth to prevent herself from speaking out.
"Emily Aitken."
George Smith whispered her name softly, as if he didn't need her to respond, he lowered his head, opened his mouth and bit her collarbone.
"Um, no, no, don't."
She couldn't help but utterly refused, but her tone changed drastically, which meant that she wanted to refuse yet to welcome.
George Smith hugged him sideways, stepped back to the bed in two steps, took off his clothes, and he bullied him down.
A good night’s dream, when Emily Aitken stared in a daze, a big round ball rushed on her body. She spewed a mouthful of old blood, and the little remaining pajamas was driven away. She opened her eyes. She tugged Austin’s ears: "Big Toss me in the morning!"
"Mom is a lazy pig, and Dad has gone to work!"
Austin rolled on her dissatisfiedly.
It really grew bigger and bigger, and the old mother could no longer bear it. She stretched out two seemingly slender but very powerful arms, threw Austin Aitken aside, got up and rubbed her sore waist.
Thinking of last night, I couldn't help blushing, and I don't know what kind of attitude I should face George Smith.
"Mom, why are you blushing? Did you catch a cold?" Austin Aitken blinked.
Emily Aitken coughed slightly: "No, by the way, how did you run around yesterday?"
She successfully changed the subject, and Austin Aitken gave a puzzled "Huh": "I remember I left a note. Mollie said her grandma wanted to thank me. I went to her house and gave me a lot of snacks, and then I was sleepy. , Seems to fall asleep on the sofa."
Austin Aitken mentioned that it was the first time he went to play at his friend's house, but he was a little embarrassed to be asleep, so he scratched his head.
After listening to Austin Aitken 's narration, Emily Aitken's raised heart finally put it back in her stomach. It seems that Mollie and the others did not intend to hurt Austin.
The mother and son interacted on the bed for a while. She helped Austin Aitken get dressed, and the two went down for breakfast.
On weekends, Austin Aitken made an exception to watch more cartoons for a while. He sat alone in front of the TV with relish, not even Emily Aitken’s exhortation when he was leaving.
Dialing George Smith's phone, she asked where he was now, and hurried over.
the wind company Group.
The board of directors is being held today. George Smith came early as usual and asked Arlo Hunter to pay Emily Aitken the fines issued by the police first, deal with the work left over from yesterday, and then sort out the topics of today's meeting.
　　"Italy wants to enter Sunning 's real estate industry. This is not only related to the trade war between the two countries, but also to the trade war between the two countries. I trouble you all to bring your brains before the meeting. What are these cooperation cases? Give the money... "
　　 A small shareholder with a small eye proposed to cooperate with Italy, so almost all shareholders, including senior executives, were harshly insulted by George Smith. They wanted to bury their heads under the conference table so that George Smith could not see themselves.
"Mr. Smith, your wife is waiting for you in the office."
Arlo Hunter knocked on the door to interrupt the meeting, and he whispered in George Smith's ear.
A second ago, Mr. Smith, who could not hold his head up to the scolding shareholders, instantly raised the corners of his mouth because of the secretary's words.
　　"This is the end of today's meeting. No one is allowed to work privately with businessmen in Italy. The meeting is adjourned."
George Smith got up, put down these words and left the conference room.
Emily Aitken is accustomed to lying on the sofa waiting for people, because based on her experience, the meeting is just talking about things for a long time, and then one agrees, and the other opposes. After the two start a lawyer-level argument, the high-level staff will come again. To sum up, this kind of repetition, not one or two hours, it can not be regarded as a meeting.
So George Smith opened the door and saw Emily Aitken lying down, with his legs still on the coffee table. The degree of casualness was comparable to home!
Seeing this, Emily Aitken dropped his legs and jumped up: "I didn't expect you to have a meeting so fast!"
George Smith asked: "Say what are you here for!"
Emily Aitken would never come to him if nothing happened, George Smith knew it too well.
"After my deliberation, I think there is a gangster around you! Mr. Smith, do you want me to analyze and analyze with you?" Emily Aitken said.
George Smith raised her eyebrows, as if she was surprised that she would think about it.
He didn’t say anything. Emily Aitken seemed to have acquiesced. She cleared her throat: “Look, as a migrant worker, it’s impossible for Mollie’s mother to have a very good background. I’ve been thinking from the beginning, what is it? Who knows that I have returned to China and that I gave birth to Austin? You have to know that the news about the night I went to the banquet was suppressed by you. No outsider knows about my return. It can only be told by people around me. According to Mollie's mother, I basically locked that person."
George Smith glanced at her.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and he said, "Go in."
Arlo Hunter opened the door, holding only a thin A4 paper in his hand, and he handed it to George Smith.
George Smith picked it up casually, just glanced roughly, he raised the paper calmly: "What do you mean?"
"Sorry, Mr. Smith, I did something wrong, I am willing to take the blame and resign!" Arlo Hunter bowed at ninety degrees.