Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 97

With a casual expression on his face, Richie raised his eyebrows and rotated a pen in his hand, as if he were on a holiday in some famous tourist attraction.

He suddenly changed the topic. With a smile at the corners of his mouth, he asked, "How about that thing?"

Judging from the calmness in his voice, Tim knew what he was talking about.

'What a sentimental man! His old lover has been found, and there's a registered wife at home.'

"I've sent someone to find something to trouble him. He'll be on the headline tomorrow," answered Tim, lowering his eyebrows.

Sorry for that beast in human clothing, the old gossips from hundreds of years ago had been dug out. It was imaginable how terrible his face would be.

Richie nodded in satisfaction. He asked ruthlessly, "is that all?"

That's all? Such a scandal could have caused that recently listed company to fall into the public criticism. The stock plummeted and the trend was not very good.

His reputation that he was trying to build up in the business world was destroyed easily. Just that's all?

The man's sharp eyes looked at him, and his voice was always cold and thin. He slightly bent his lips and said, "If you have any opinions, you can say it. I can't see through your mind for a long time."

'Someone is much more horrible when he smiles than when he doesn't smile with a straight face.'

Tim didn't dare to challenge him. He shook his head and said, "let the planning department come up with a better idea right away. We must help him find a good home."

"Take your time. I'm not in a hurry. Be careful. Don't let anyone have something on you."

Although the reputation Sruthan Group was always inclined to be bad comments, he still didn't want to add another darkness because of such a small character.

Under his thoughtful gaze, Tim left the office.

It was late at night, and only the floor of Sruthan Building that was still working overtime was open. With the subtle light on, Richie took the photo on the document.

After a momentary observation, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Since she had come of age, her appearance hadn't changed much, but there were always some unfamiliar expressions on her face.

The photo froze her on a square piece of paper, so clear that he could see everything.

The man leant on the back of the high chair and put the photo high in front of the eyes. He murmured like a dream, "Angie, Angie.".

He didn't come home that night.

With a lamp on in the living room, Consuela stared at the TV with widened eyes, until the last episode of the series suddenly came to an end.

That man didn't come back either.

He lost his temper for no reason. Did he really think that he was a child, to be loved and doted on?

The night might be the worst time for a person's temper, especially when she stayed up late. She thought for a long time and didn't think she was wrong. She looked at the empty cell phone.

She stretched out her hand and ruffled her long hair as she felt a little frivolous. Fuck off late, never came back. She would sleep more comfortably if he didn't come back.

She raised her hand and put out the lamp.

It was not until she woke up from her nightmare that she realized how much she missed him. Now, she couldn't even get enough sleep.

No one.