"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.