"I never make a joke."
George Smith didn't bother to be polite, he directly pierced Rosie Henderson 's words on the scene.
Emily Aitken was ashamed, she quietly walked around behind George Smith, poked his waist with her finger, beckoning him not to aggravate the conflict.
George Smith did not hear about it. He took Emily Aitken's hand and pulled the person to his side: "I tell you, my George Smith's woman is not your turn to talk about it. If she wants to, I will also compensate for the scratching of Rosie Henderson 's face in public."
Miss Hill suddenly lost her arrogance, she shrank by the bed like a little quail.
After hearing this, Rosie Henderson couldn't help but lose face, but she only lost her senses for a moment. She quickly adjusted her mentality and smiled: "Mr. Smith likes Sister Aitken and doesn't need to show affection in front of my patient."
George Smith snorted and ignored it.
Emily Aitken's self-esteem was greatly satisfied, and her heart was instantly filled with his words. She was not too angry. She gently pulled George Smith's hand away and walked to the bedside: "Ms. Henderson has happened. I feel very sorry, but it remains to be determined whether the cause was Song's cosmetics. As for the compensation requested by Miss Hill, Song has a lot of points."
Miss Hill opened her mouth, and finally feared the majesty of George Smith and did not dare to say much.
With a smile on Rosie Henderson 's face, even though she is still beautiful without makeup, it is most suitable to describe her appearance at the moment with clear water and hibiscus.
The silk was wrapped around the big bed. Rosie Henderson stretched her arms to the edge of the bed. She gently reached out and poked Miss Hill's back. Miss Hill was taken aback, looked at her with a guilty conscience, and then lowered her head to pretend to go. Washroom.
Rosie Henderson suddenly wanted to yell at her, but in front of George Smith, she had to ensure a perfect image of a goddess, so she had to suppress her anger and continued to laugh as if she was okay.
"Sister Aitken , since Mr. Smith told me last time, it turns out that you are my benefactor. I have to thank you for all the glory I have today. I have been thinking about how to repay you. What Miss Hill said you don’t need to care about me. You can lose me money, but it’s just a few days later to start work. I have a good relationship with the director, it’s okay."
Rosie Henderson 's understanding, gentle and generous appearance formed a strong contrast with the bullying and fearful Miss Hill.
Emily Aitken waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, we won’t lose a cent for Aitken ’s loss. Affection is affection. I’m saying you don’t need to remember what happened three years ago. It’s just an opportunity for me to help you, as beautiful as you. A girl who is smart and hardworking, even without me, she will definitely spell your world in the entertainment industry."
The two of you come and go, they both speak very polite and humble.
George Smith didn't mean anything, and urged Emily Aitken to leave.
Her face suddenly became flushed.
"Why do you blush so easily?" George Smith rubbed her hair inexplicably.
Don't take Rosie Henderson seriously!
He can ignore it. It doesn't mean that Emily Aitken can also be so cheeky, doing such an intimate action in front of outsiders. She is somewhat embarrassed, the blush on her face has crawled behind her ears, and she can't wait to find a place to get in on the spot.
Rosie Henderson continued to maintain a sweet smile: "Sister Aitken and Mr. Smith have a very good relationship."
Emily Aitken waved her hand and subconsciously said modestly: "Nothing."
"Ok."
Ok?
What the hell, Emily Aitken is really going to collapse!
High cold like George Smith, black belly like George Smith, why did he set up a love story?
She took George Smith's hand, ashamed that she just wanted to leave quickly.
George Smith paused, and he turned his head: "Call Ms. Crawford if you have something to do. Don't just ask me for a trivial matter."
amount……
Emily Aitken really didn't know what expression to do, and simply pulled George Smith to continue walking.
Leaving the ward, she felt that the air outside was fresher, and Emily Aitken stared at George Smith angrily: "Can't you speak tactfully? I might still need her to cooperate in the future!"
"No need."
"What's not needed?" She blurted out without even thinking about it.
George Smith's thin lips proclaimed: "It doesn't need to be."
After a pause, he seemed to be worried that Emily Aitken would not understand, and added: "She is now an artist under Max Miller. You can go directly to Max Miller, and you can see her privately or give her face."
Emily Aitken was choked suddenly.
She took a hateful look at George Smith: "They are the first-line stars, the goddess of the nation."
"Star making is as simple as falling, or even simpler." George Smith explained patiently.
This, the depth of the water, she couldn't understand, she narrowed her mouth, and didn't continue to ask.
Saying goodbye to George Smith, Emily Aitken returned to the company. She raised the issue of compensation, and was unsurprisingly scolded by Oliver Aitken, and threw the file directly into the shredder.
Emily Aitken knew Oliver Aitken’s temper and was about to send the copied video to Oliver Aitken. The man sitting in the leather chair suddenly said sarcastically: “Today is the third day of the haunted incident in the new real estate, are you? Haven't found out what? What about Rosie Henderson 's bad face? Pack your things and get ready to go."
After hearing this, Emily Aitken was not in a hurry to give him the video. She sneered twice and did not answer.
In the eyes of Oliver Aitken, she acquiesced to the fact that she had not found out anything. So, as a dad, she laughed more unscrupulously: "A woman learns from someone to be a strong woman. Isn't it good to be a mistress for George Smith? ? There is only one restless woman."
Oliver Aitken's ugly face makes Emily Aitken amused.
She still hasn't revealed this fact. The thought of releasing the video in public tomorrow morning, he can fall as much as he is happy, and it feels exciting to think about it.
For this reason, she is now enduring Oliver Aitken's ridicule.
"Hahaha, Emily Aitken didn't expect you to have today. Dad is really disappointed. You are too far behind Chloe Aitken." Oliver Aitken couldn't help mentioning her mother and started to insult Emily Aitken's mother again.
She was furious, rushed into the desk, grabbed Oliver Aitken by the collar, and yelled, "Oliver Aitken, what right do you have to mention my mother!"
"Qualification? Huh... She was buried in my Aitken family ancestor's grave, let alone scolding her, she couldn't be overwhelmed." Oliver Aitken stared at his daughter's gaze, and he laughed strangely.
"Asshole."
Emily Aitken was furious, she punched Oliver Aitken in the face severely.
My mother had already left, and she had to be so insulted by this scumbag. She suddenly lost her mind, and her fist rained down on Oliver Aitken's face.
Oliver Aitken is really a man. After the first few seconds of stunnedness, he reacted and kicked Emily Aitken away, rubbed the corners of his mouth with the thumb of his thumb, seemingly uncomfortable. He stood up and dashed towards the fallen Emily Aitken. .
Without saying anything, he slapped it in the face.
"Bitch girl, I just want to scold her. It's really bloody for eight lifetimes to marry such a bitch." Oliver Aitken abused Chloe Aitken viciously while beating.
These words made Emily Aitken's ears callous, but the ears were particularly harsh today. She gritted her teeth and shouted: "Since I don't love my mother, why destroy her and Ronnie Munro?"
This is not only what Emily Aitken wants to ask Oliver Aitken, but also what she wants to ask Chloe Aitken, why did she blindly marry Oliver Aitken in the first place.
Hearing this, Oliver Aitken suddenly became sober. He stopped his movements and looked at Emily Aitken with contempt and sympathy. After a long time, he said, "Who can destroy it!"
After that, Oliver Aitken stopped and stood up straight to sort out his clothes, and then sat back in his chair.