"Yeah, thank you, Mr. Rodman."
Freya hung up the phone and sat comfortably on the sofa. She looked at the people coming and going in the restaurant. She felt happy inside at this time. Moreover, her friend Pullman had become the focus of the whole city today.
The focus was on winning a just lawsuit for a victim whose wife had been insulted and violated.
Early this morning, Freya received 8 calls, all of whom were willing to use the products from some of the small companies at the middle and lower levels that she represented. Freya breathed a sigh of relief.
The hard work of the past few days seemed to have borne fruit. Just after 1 o'clock, Baozhen came over when he was free.
"Something good happened, Freya!"
"It's finally a little better."
The two chatted about Pullman, and Baozhen also said that she felt that Pullman might make some behind-the-scenes money and power transactions with his rationality. In the end, such worries were unnecessary. After all, Pullman
When Man was in school, every step he took was very purposeful, he wanted to climb up.
At this time, in an alley not far from the restaurant, Charles held up the phone.
"Don't worry, Mr. Rodman, I will find someone to recycle the goods my wife supplies to your store regularly, at a price higher than the market price."
Charles hung up the phone and poked his head out of the alley. His parents were still taking care of the family business, and he only needed to communicate with Angus and his wife. He had a lot of time now.
Although he proposed to Freya to let her run the family business with him, Freya refused. Freya said that she did not want to slowly transform into a cold-blooded businessman.
Freya was also willing at first, but her family was not optimistic about Freya, and her parents did not agree. Every time, Charles confidently agreed to Freya, but in the end he broke his promise, again and again.
Breaking his promise made Freya completely lose her confidence. Charles knew very well that his credit was ruined in front of Freya.
In addition to what happened when Freya graduated, Charles thought carefully about it afterwards. If he really went there, with the relationship between his family and the Su family, he could postpone the confiscation of the Bao family's factory. However,
Charles still obeyed his parents and did not go there. He had obviously promised Freya that he would go and help.
At this time, Charles tidied up his clothes and planned to go over and talk to Freya while she was happy.
After a while, Charles pretended to be excited and walked into the restaurant, and then sat directly in front of Freya.
"Long time no see, Freya."
The moment she saw Charles, the smile on Freya's face disappeared. She stared at everything around her quietly, her head already starting to work rapidly.
Freya directly opened her phone and directly checked the owners of the eight stores that called her this morning. Freya soon sneered.
"Don't take me for a fool Charles."
Charles looked at Freya with some surprise and pretended to be suspicious. Freya directly raised her cell phone and immediately dialed Rodman's number.
"Mr. Rodman, regarding the product issues we talked about before, I'm sorry. I will no longer be an agent for this product from now on. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
In front of Charles, Freya directly rejected the other seven companies. Then she made a phone call and communicated with people from those small companies, and then canceled her identity as an agent online.
During this hour, Charles was on pins and needles and tried to dissuade him several times, but Freya still did not change her determination. After everything was done, Freya looked at Charles.
"If you just want to talk to me, I won't show you a bad face, and you can even ask me about my current work status and what's on my mind."
As she spoke, Freya put a hand on her chest and looked at Charles seriously.
"You are no longer a child, Charles. I can't feel any warmth here. On the contrary, from the time I entered your home to now, there is no warmth here. Our relationship as husband and wife is just a contract. From the first time you
When you started deceiving me, I felt very uncomfortable here. Do you still remember the promise you made to me that night? You would take good care of me, you would not deceive me, and you would give me the greatest support. I may have been touched before, but I don’t remember this feeling.
, and when did it disappear?”
Charles kept rubbing his thumbs with his hands, he lowered his head, and Freya stood up.
"Wait Freya, can we have dinner together?"
"I'm just a woman, Charles, I'm not a man. A woman's heart is often very fragile. What exactly is a partner? We rely on each other to grow. I have grown, but what about you? Charles, have you grown? You said
It will definitely change the world's view of the family, and you are willing to join hands with me to change the Abelon family. But in the end, you were unable to take this step. You said that you would take me to do business with you. As a result, over the years, I have failed again and again.
I look forward to it and hope that we can work together with you to do something. I have tried my best to surpass Charles."
Charles lowered his head and kept swallowing.
"Where are you going? Take me with you. I have never refused. What am I to you? Just a decoration at the banquet. What you want is just a beautiful decoration. What you want is
What matters is only the outside, but what about the inside? As a man, you should do what you say, be able to create a sheltered house for the people you love, and be able to give the greatest support to the people you love when they are in trouble.
Support, being able to be by your side when the one you love is happy, angry, sad, or happy. Even if all of this is just a bit of unrealistic fantasy for me as a woman, this fantasy does exist. I know why.
Why do many upper-class women in the city always mention Mr. Jean's name when they talk about handsome men in the city?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Charles was a little surprised. This was the most Freya had spoken to him in the whole year.
"Mr. Jean never broke his promise. He treated every friend he met sincerely. In the year I graduated, I had no way to ask for help. In the end, the person who came to me was not my husband, who was the closest to me, but Jean."
Sir, that's enough, Charles, I've had enough of your so-called care. My birth may determine many things in my future. The contract is still valid and I will fulfill it, but please don't set foot in my life or my job again!
"
The light in front of him was a bit dazzling. Charles looked at the white figure for a long time, walked out of the store, raised his head and disappeared among the pedestrians proudly. Charles smiled bitterly.
Freya walked on the street with sad eyes. She kept choking and was disappointed again and again. Every time Charles came, he never changed, not even the slightest change. Freya broke away from the shadow of his parents.
Freya will also go home with him immediately, but this time Freya is completely desperate.
Freya took out her phone and pressed the number 07, but the phone was turned off.
"What on earth are Mr. Jean doing? I almost forgot about the academy."
Freya hurriedly clicked on the news page on her mobile phone, and soon found some relevant news below. Those who had passed the written examination patiently at the gate were still suffering under the scorching sun.
Freya laughed. She stood quietly on the street, staring at everything around her. Things from all walks of life were constantly passing through Freya's mind. She knew very well that she had to start now.
Build a stage, otherwise you won't be able to keep up with the teaching speed of the gods.
After reading the news reports, Freya became even more convinced that the guys who came out of that divine academy would definitely be a group of formidable opponents in the future, but Freya was not sure what to do at this time.
Which direction to go in the end.
"Forget it, let's go to the hospital first."
.......
Bang
"It's no use slamming the table. Principal Chris, your school's education funds are distributed faithfully every year."
A management officer was sitting drunkenly at his desk, yawning, and a disheveled long-legged beauty was sitting on the sofa. She smiled slightly and looked at everything in front of her.
"Will it be distributed according to the truth?"
The management officer said and shook his hand, indicating that Chris should leave. He had no time to talk to him about this.
"Okay, I will go directly to the inspection team. I will tell the inspection team everything. It's up to you to do whatever you want."
In an instant, the administrator's expression suddenly changed. He stood up and tried to stop Chris, but Chris refused to listen at all. His flames had reached the extreme. At least two-thirds of the regional tax revenue used for education disappeared every year.
, were transferred under various names through some schools that only recruit students from wealthy families. There are four schools in this district, and the other three are such schools. Most of the funds go into their pockets, and Chris’s
The school's funding is pitiful, less than a fraction of that of the three schools.
"Oh shit."
Just when Chris was about to go out, a rubber roller hit him directly on the back of the head. Four or five people came in and pushed Chris to the ground. In an instant, fists and kicks fell on Chris like raindrops.
He curled up.
"That's enough, as long as you can't kill him, don't cripple him."
The manager said, pressing Chris' bald head angrily.
"Going to the inspection team? Haha, don't you know what the hell you are doing? Let me tell you, if you dare to go to the inspection team, not only will you not be able to open your school, I will also give you a good look."
Chris shrugged his head, his vision became dizzy, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his breathing began to slow down, and his eyes became a little hazy.
"Head, something doesn't seem right about this guy."
His consciousness was fading away bit by bit, and Chris fainted. A group of people hurriedly carried Chris out and sent him to a nearby hospital. The management officer was a little panicked. He knew that if he really conquered
If Reese dies, the inspection team will not sit idly by and ignore it. In the worst case scenario, he and other local managers will be directly executed.
In a daze, Chris felt as if he could see the noisy streets, but could not hear the sounds. He saw many children in the school, but gradually Chris' consciousness became more and more blurred, and he sank into
into the darkness.
In the last scene, what Chris saw was people in the school standing on the stage together, taking turns to express something.
To be continued...