"This is the information you have found? Are you sure this is the truth?"
The cold voice sounds, and Romeo Johnson throws the information in his hand on the desk. His cold face fills with anger, and his unspeakable eyes stare at Tate Martin in front of him.
"Yes, yes..." Be forced by Romeo Johnson's momentum, Tate Martin shudders and his speech is stuttering. "This, I have asked two groups to check this information. All of this is the result. "
Do not blame the president for his anger, you know, when Tate Martin saw the two materials, he was also shocked.
He is always not fond of that otherworldly Miss of the Jones's family. He always feels that she is a little fake, but he also has not expected that this Miss Jones has such a great courage, actually pretending to be reporter and police with a punks!
"President Johnson, what do we do now?"
"Get out."
"……Yes."
Dare not touch the minefield of Romeo Johnson, Tate Martin gently closes the door and leaves.
Romeo Johnson gets up from the chair and walks to the spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling windows. The bright daylight is shining on him, and his tall and straight body is covered with a layer of golden awning, making him look like a god above sky.
However, his mood is gloomy to the abyss.
Preparing to leave, the rest of the eyes of Romeo Johnson catches a small yellow figure.
The slender and petite girl squats in the shadow of the flower bed, looks so small. No one knows what she is doing. The back of that girl makes him inexplicable and familiar, but also let his heart slips through a trace of distress.
Not wait for him to think more, the girl stands up and hurries toward the subway station not far away.
For a moment, Romeo Johnson flashes a name in his mind.
Jasmine Jones!
It is her!
What is she doing here?
He is tempted to let Tate Martin investigate, but when he thinks of Jasmine Jones's stubborn attitude and thinks of things that are unclear before, he dismisses the idea.
After all, Aimee Jones is the girl he cares for from a young age. She is so fragile and so quiet, although this time she... In short, he can't give up her because of something.
Otherwise, hasn't it been a joke for so many years of feelings?
......
For three days, Jasmine Jones was looking for a job.
She is the kind of reluctant character. The more hard situation is, the more frustrated she is. Even if the mood will be low for a while, she will never be defeated.
So much bitterness she has tasted, just met a stupid boss, it does not matter!
She won't blame herself!
Because of the first lesson, this time she has paid more attention to the job. After careful comparison, she tries to select some large companies with strong overall strength and good office atmosphere to deliver resumes.
However, because of this, the work is not so easy to find.
After three days of hard work, Jasmine Jones is so tired.
After dragging her tired body into the door of the community, she takes the takeaway food and meets Aimee Jones who is holding Romeo Johnson.
Meet again, the three people are a little surprised.
Jasmine Jones just wants to go home and has a rest. She looks at the two coldly and plans to take a detour.
"Jasmine Jones, stop!" Aimee Jones stops in front of her, and the delicate face of Aimee is full of disdain. "You said that you didn't follow us. Since there isn't, why do you appear again and again in front of us?"
"Only you can come in this community?" Shaking the keys in her hand, Jasmine Jones doesn't want to talk to her, she says coldly, "Get out!"
"You bought a house here? Oh... who is the sucker brought it for you?"
If she appears here, can she only be kept as a mistress?
Aimee Jones's thinking is really nasty.
Unable to hold back, Jasmine Jones smiles coolly. "My brother-in-law bought it for me, oh... Didn't he report it to you?"
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