Contract Marriage: My Sweet Bossy Wife novel Chapter 331

　　West Point Place.

　　Jessica followed the waiter into the booth, and after she greeted him, she sat across from the man.

　　Connie and Amiyah's looks are extremely similar, both are first-class beauty, but even if they are similar again, they can only be considered to be the same.

　　Amiyah's photo, Jessica has seen by chance, is not only beautiful to be incomparable, is simply a country to describe, is not too much, is really a beautiful person.

　　"Miss Armstrong, I understand you were just picked up from the Savage Land a while ago and are now back in Fretston, living at the Armstrong residence?"

　　Connie was wearing a high-fashion dress, even if some older, because of good maintenance, but also doubly young, the hands and feet through the graceful and noble.

　　It turns out that their own details, has been checked out by the other side.

　　"I don't suppose Mrs. Fletcher is meeting me today to find out about my personal and private situation, right? If there is something, why don't you open up to me, after all, we are not familiar with each other."

　　Jessica smiled, not nodding and flattering her just because she was Mrs. Fletcher.

　　"Miss Armstrong is quick to talk, I like that, so if you say so, why don't you get right to the point."

　　"I really have no interest in your life or experience, but you have crossed paths with my son Wilfred, and then I have to ask questions."

　　"I don't want to know all the things between you, and for whatever reason, I brought the check, so you fill out a number and stay away from my son."

　　Connie said, taking out a paper ticket from her bag and throwing it in front of Jessica.

　　"Mrs. Fletcher, you are too nervous; Wilfred and I, simply friends, are not emotionally involved."

　　Jessica dropped her eyes to look at the check thrown in front of her and almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

　　Such a dogged scene in these days has happened to her.

　　"Really?"

　　"I might as well be honest, the girls nowadays, vanity so high, each urgent head want to marry into the rich family as a young grandmother, in order to achieve the goal, by any means."

　　"I tell you clearly, the Fletcher family's door you do not even think about, to become my daughter-in-law, more than a pipe dream."

　　Connie looked at Jessica with disdain, her voice cold and heavy with warning.

　　"Miss Armstrong, those who know the time are the best, the Fletcher family is not something you can afford to climb, since you think highly of yourself and refuse to take money, I will not force you, consider that you have made my son comfortable for nothing."

　　When Connie saw that Jessica wouldn't touch the check thrown in front of her, she spoke blandly.

　　The other party's words were extremely hard to hear.

　　Jessica looked at Connie sitting across from her with an indifferent face, not anxious or annoyed.

　　Connie is a beautiful person, but the mouth is not virtuous, and even quite underhanded, this look of a sharp tongue, but really make Jessica diarrhea to die.

　　This woman's typical virtues do not match this face, if you compare Connie with Amiyah, it is really pulling down Amiyah's class.

　　Amiyah is a talented designer, at the age of 20, she won a lifetime Medal of Honor award in the architectural industry. She is a multi-tasker, the vice president of the Fletcher Group, and the female president of an architectural firm under the Fletcher Group, highly intelligent, highly intelligent, no one knew in those days, no one knew.

　　"Mrs. Fletcher, is your son's worth on this check alone?"

　　Jessica took a sip of her coffee, gently set down her cup, and returned the check to Connie.

　　Connie did not expect Jessica to say this at all and looked at Jessica with amazement.

　　"Hardly, is that not what you want to express?"

　　"If I fill in the amount, just a few million, which is not even a fraction to the Fletcher Group, I am afraid that you will be unhappy in your heart and must be thinking in your mind that my son is only worth a few million?"

　　"But if I fill in the amount, ten billion, you think I'm lionizing."

　　"Whatever amount I have filled in, the value of which is equal to your son's worth, then I can't figure it out."

　　"You purposely sought a meeting with me today just to make a special trip to humiliate your own son in front of outsiders?"

　　Jessica looked at Connie with an unsure face.

　　"You ......"

　　Connie seems to be stuck, can not go up and down, a little suffocated uncomfortable.

　　"Wilfred has always been above his station, never putting any famous girl in his eyes, you can impress him, you do have some skills in you."

　　"No matter what, you have no chance of entering the doors of the Fletcher family in this life, what will it take for you to leave Wilfred?"

　　Connie never thought Jessica would be so difficult, hard and soft, so she asked straight out.

　　"From start to finish, it was Mrs. Fletcher herself who was thinking out of the box."

　　"Wilfred 　　and I are just good friends, this life will never rise to the issue of feelings, the top of the day, is the will and the way the same medical friends."

　　"That being said, believe it or not, I thank you for the afternoon tea and excuse me."

　　Jessica rose without condescension and took a step to leave.

　　"Wait a minute."

　　Connie suddenly spoke up.

　　"Amara is your BFF, right?"

　　Ching Ching?

　　"What did you do to Amara?"

　　Jessica's heart thumped at the words, and her eyes filled with alarm as she looked at Connie.

　　"I heard that Amara is endorsing the Fletcher Group's products, and Lorenzo himself approved it."

　　"Miss Armstrong take it easy, it's okay if you reject my kind offer, I have plenty of time to spend with you."

　　Connie smiled blandly, threw the money on the table, got up and left.

　　Jessica thinks it's not that simple, and rushes to contact Amara, but the phone doesn't work, so she rushes to dial her manager Lee instead.

　　"Hey, it's Miss Jessica."

　　Lee, the agent, got on the phone.

　　"Lee, where is Haruka?"

　　Jessica's voice was marked by a palpable anxiety.

　　"We're shooting a short film for an endorsement, Haruka is reciting her lines inside the lounge, Miss Jessica, your voice doesn't sound right, what's wrong?"