Chapter 679
"Of course." Old Madam Ali sighed. "That's why I want to ask you to do me a favor. Young Ragib, you are Aman's friend. If you can persuade him to help Ali Family, Ali Family will definitely thank you."
"It's very kind of you, Old Madame."
"Young Ragib is not only a soldier, but also a businessman, isn't he?" Old Madam said, "As a reward, I can give you some of our Ali Enterprises's secret shares..."
"Haha, Old Madam is really generous!" Ragiblaughed twice. "However, I can at most help the Ali Family find out about Aman's words. Although I am his friend, Aman's decisiveness is well known. As his friend, sometimes, it is not appropriate for me to open my mouth."
"Did Young Ragib ask Aman about it? is he willing to help the Family?"
"This..." Ragib recalled Aman's reaction just now. "I don't think it's a good idea for now. Old Madame, you should be mentally prepared. Aman probably doesn't have any intention of helping the Ali Family. After all, Zayn had fought many times for his wife."
"What? Aman is still fussing over these things? The Zayn is still lying in the hospital!"
"But that's not necessarily the case." Ragib continued, "I see that Aman still has some other matters to attend to. Why don't you wait until he is done with his business before you come and look for him? Perhaps he will not care about the past and help the Ali Family once."
After hanging up the phone.
Ragib's car stopped by the side of the road. She thought of how Aman had urgently sought a doctor's help.
"Is there any doctor in City? What happened?" He was puzzled. "Or a doctor from obstetrics and gynaecology department?"
Unless Chloe had a problem with her pregnancy, she must ask a doctor who had better medical skills.
It was obvious that Ragib was more concerned about the Ali Family's situation with Aman and Chloe.
Ragib's fingers tapped on the steering wheel a few times before he called Zoya. "Have you ever talked to Miss Chloe on the phone?"
"Ragib, what do you mean?" Zoya said, "You don't want to ask me why, but what do my sisters want to do? I tell you, Chloe will get married soon and will soon be a mom. What kind of a woman you are...
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ragib simply didn't know what this woman was thinking. "Is there no reason why you like to be jealous?"
"What? I'll eat..." Zoya put the words back in her throat and said, "Forget it, I won't argue with you."
"Hmph." Ragib laughed again. "Don't worry. Right now, my lust will be 100% satisfied with you. I won't waste a single bit of it."
"Ragib!"
Zoya's violent temper made her look as if she was about to fly into a rage.
"Alright, alright. Let's get down to business," Ragib said. "If you have time, make a phone call to Miss Chloe and see if she has anything to do. I think Aman is asking someone to get a doctor..."
"What's wrong with inviting a doctor? It's normal, okay? cared about Chloe and asked a few doctors to take care of her pregnancy. What's wrong with that?" Zoya said angrily.
"It shouldn't be a problem of giving birth. My intuition tells me that there's something wrong," Ragib said. "Ask Lady Chloe."
Hearing Ragib's words, Zoya didn't seem to be joking. She paused for a moment and said, "Okay, I know."
Hearing the tired voice of Zoya, Ragib frowned again. "Wasn't your newspaper recently recruiting a chief editor? Have you enrolled yet?"
"Why are you asking this? Are you concerned about my newspaper office?" Zoya sighed.
"When you get there, hurry up and promote me to a director. Just leave all the messy things in the newspaper to your subordinates," Ragib said, "You spend all your time in the newspaper office. What can you do with your almost ruined body? You have to stay with me, don't you?"
"You... don't know what's going on!" Zoya was furious. "If it was a few times, forget about it. have no intention of going with you..."
"I'll go to your place tonight and get off work early."
Ragib said a few words and hung up the phone.
The press office of "The Letter of Awareness".
The Formation Chief Editor was so busy that his hands were trembling in anger as he listened to the busy tone of the phone.
"Ragib!" She gritted her teeth. "It's fine if you call me and ask my sisters, but now you want to interfere with my work? Do I still need to save my strength to be with you?"
Ron laughed beside him. "Chief editor- in-chief, don't be jealous!"
"Who's jealous? Which eye of yours are you looking at me jealous!"
"Isn't Young Ragib calling you to ask you about Young Madam situation?" said. "If he really doesn't care about your feelings, he can call Young Madam himself. Isn't he afraid that you'll misunderstand?"
"Humph!" Ron snorted.
Zoya wrapped her arms around her.
Suddenly, she remembered Ragib's words and her face twitched. Was there something wrong with Chloe?
She immediately made a phone call. "Chloe..."
"Our Young Madam is resting. I'm a servant of Ninth Dragon Villa Free Method. May I ask if you have anything to say, Ms.. Zhan?" The elite voice came from the other end of the phone.
Zoya didn't know what to ask. "Oh, I see. I'll call her later."
After hanging up the phone, Zoya frowned and murmured, "I don't think so. If anything happened, Aman couldn't be so calm, could he?"
"Look, Young Madam is married and you're already engaged. You should spend more time on love life." Ron next to her said, "In two days, the newly-recruited Cheif will come to work. By then, you'll have a good rest with Young Ragib!"
When Zoya heard Ron's words and recalled that Ragib had told her to get off work early, she could not help but feel a little warm in her heart.
It was actually a warm thing to have someone care about her. She had been living alone for the past few years. Of course, no one would care when she got off work!
"Yes." Zoya nodded. "Though I'm angry, I've been too busy these years. I don't have any private life at all. Ron, I'll get off work today. You keep an eye on what's going to happen next. I'll call you if there's anything."
"Okay, chief editor-in-chief."
After Zoya packed up her things, she took her bag and left the newspaper office.
Since "Copus Star" was on the right track, she had to strive to go back earlier. Otherwise, there would be too little time left for her and Ragib to be together.
Even though she and Ragib had been arguing, their relationship had been quite good recently. Ever since they got engaged in Sovereign Capital, Ragib had frequently come over to spend time with her.... in other words, it was a beautiful way to cultivate their relationship!
On the same afternoon, when Zoya just returned to the apartment, the door behind her was closed, and a pair of arms came to her waist.
"Ah!" Zoya was so scared that she dropped her bag. "Ragib! How did you come here at such a time!"
"When I hung up with you."
Ragib pushed her on the back of the door and kissed her on the neck in a frenzy.
Zoya pushed him and said, "Let go of me first. I'll go to help with the meal first."
"Let's wait for the dinner to be ready. I have something more important to do now..."
As he said those words.
His clothes fell to the ground one by one. Dry wood and raging fire.
At first, he conquered her, and at last he resisted. But soon, there was an ambiguous gasp in the air. Ragib pressed her against the door. Their bodies were folded together, and they kissed each other.
Zoya gasped and said, "You haven't answered me, but when you called me, you asked me what you mean. What do you mean to Chloe..."
"You want to know?" Ragib's lips curled up in an evil smile. He bit her lower lip and said, "I'll tell you when you take the initiative to do it with me."
"Yes!" Zoya felt a little pain from his bite. She pushed him away and took off her clothes. "I'll tell you Ragib, you violent maniac. Be careful, or I'll make you die on my body one day!"
"You?" Ragib carried her on his back and pressed her against the door. "Let's see if you have the ability to do that!"
"Ah! Ragib, be gentle!"
Zoya shrieks.
The military marriage between the Zhan family and the Ragib family might be an devices for them. Their fates were destined to clash together.
The golden Rolls-Royce stopped outside the 'Imperial Noble High-class Clubhouse" and learned that Aman's manager was already waiting outside with his men.
"Welcome, Mr. Emperor!" The manager went to open the door.
The foot wearing high-quality leather shoes got out of the car.
After getting off the car, Aman brought a few bodyguards with him as he strode towards the entrance of the clubhouse.
"Is the doctor coming?" Aman asked the manager behind him.
The manager also stepped forward and said, "Yes, Mr. Emperor, the buyer has been here for over an hour. He's waiting for you inside the VIP reception room."
This was the place where Chloe had first met Aman after leaving the Bishop Family. At that time, Aman was at the swimming pool...
However, Aman was not in the mood to recall these things at the moment. He had to tell the doctor about Chloe's condition as soon as possible and hoped that the doctor would give a different solution.
In the VIP reception room.
A well-dressed doctor sat inside, sitting straight with a briefcase in his hand.
Thinking of the person who invited him here, even he, a well-known male- notary doctor at home and abroad, couldn't help but feel nervous.
The door suddenly opened from the outside and came in with a tall and noble figure, accompanied by two tall bodyguards.
As the man came in, the density of the air seemed to change in an instant!
The doctor stood up immediately.
"Mr. Emperor, this is your price." The manager hurriedly followed up and introduced. He then said to the doctor, "This is your price, Mr. Emperor."
She naturally recognized this world- renowned CEO Aman. She extended her hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Emperor, my surname is Chen..."
Aman did not shake hands with him. He sat down across from him and said, "Doctor Chen, right? Have a seat."
"... Okay, I'll go."
Then, she sat down and sold it.
It was the same as the rumors. The president of the Emperor was a hard-to-come- by person, so she sold it and thought to herself.
In the face of this man, the doctor was more cautious.
After the manager had someone bring in Aman's wine, he sensibly retreated and closed the door.
Aman weighed the glass and said calmly, "Doctor Chen, I asked the secretary to contact you. She must have told you about my wife's situation on the phone, right?"
"Don't worry, Mister. I've more or less understood," said Long. "I've seen many cases of multiple Amir in clinical. Whether it's domestic or foreign, whether it's delivery or delivery, I've done more of these operations than the other doctors."