Snowy Cole stepped on eight centimeter high heels, wearing a tailor-made Chanel high-fashion suit, the appearance is clear and lovely.
"What brings you here?" Bowen Carter looked indifferent, absently browsing through the papers in his hand.
He had never liked women who were too clingy.
"Because I wanted to ...," Snowy Cole said daintily, and before the words left her mouth, the office door was slammed open.
The assistant came running in panicked with a cell phone, "President, madam she's texting."
Bowen Carter's hand paused for a moment, the tip of the pen made a long ink mark on the paper, "I told you, there is no need to report to me about that woman!"
"But ..." the young assistant clutched her phone, trembling, not knowing how to answer.
Bowen Carter impatiently closed the contract "snapped", the bottom of his eyes vaguely tumbled with fire! The woman calls at least twice a day!
This woman can call at least two times a day four text messages, he usually let his assistant handle, but did not expect this can not avoid this woman.
A well-designed woman who climbed into his bed, a woman who is insatiable and delusional to get more, is simply a madman!
"President, it's better to take a look." The young assistant gritted her teeth and handed the phone up with trembling hands.
In the past, the phone calls and text messages were usual, only this time ...
Bowen Carter's eyebrows jumped, vaguely sensed something, reached out to take it.
When his eyes touched the line of words on the screen, his expression suddenly sank down -
I'll leave the divorce papers on the bed, and I'll be leaving for the 12:00 noon flight to Switzerland. I'm really tired, goodbye.'
"Heh," Bowen Carter sneered, tossing the phone away, "it's just another one of her tricks, don't bother."
The young assistant took the phone with the utmost fear, pursed her lips and did not dare to say anything, and finally silently exited the office.
"Carter don't be angry, for that kind of woman, it's not worth it." Snowy Cole kindly placated, but a hidden jealousy flashed in his eyes.
Bowen Carter, however, was a little annoyed, and he raised his hand to loosen his tie, "Snowy, you get out too."
"Carter, I ..." Snowy Cole's pretty face went white, not expecting the war to reach her.
It's all because of that damn woman!
But touching Bowen Carter's cold eyes, she dared not stay any longer.
"Carter, I'll go back and see you next time." She grabbed her handbag and took one step back to leave.
The door slammed shut.
Bowen Carter squeezed his pen and looked stern, "Want a divorce? Tess Baker, the rules of the game are not up to you."
...
The day was getting dark, and outside a patch of neon lights lit up, the lights were misty and moving.
Bowen Carter glanced at the night scene outside and sneered - this woman was just trying to get his attention, wasn't she?
At this hour, Tess Baker is usually preparing dinner carefully, in that case, he will not go to Tess Baker tonight to stay overnight, he would like to see what other tricks this woman has!
It's time to hang out with her for a few days so she knows the rules.
Just as Bowen Carter was about to shut down his laptop, a news window popped up and came into view--
"Today at 12:00 noon, a plane from City A to Switzerland crashed into the desert, with thirty men and fourteen women, no survivors!"
Twelve o'clock, Switzerland?
Bowen Carter moved slightly, his gaze settled on the four words "no survivors", but soon, the screen went black.
Was it a coincidence? Or is ... this a new trick played by Tess Baker?