Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 717

Darren was still a bit surprised by Catherine's reaction, he really didn't expect Catherine to be so relieved.

"I've read all the information you gave me, and there is no one who can prove that I am the one who was dropped by Sophie, that all is just a rumor, my mother's death is also because I got depression after I was dropped to kill myself, and I won't be bummed out and count it on Sophie." Catherine probably saw the surprise on Darren's face and explained.

"It's best if you think so, I was worried you wouldn't be able to let go." Darren was relieved, but of course if Catherine couldn't let go of what happened back then, Darren would do his best to help Catherine find out what happened.

"Well, enough about that stuff." Catherine showed a smile and shook her head and said.

......

In the Jakovich Group offices, more than half of the staff is present.

They don't have any work to do, but ...... rather help Alastair think of love words.

Of course, Alastair is not forcing them to think of a sentence of five hundred dollars, which is the reason so many people stay.

A man sitting at the head, holding a black fountain pen in his hand, with a pink codebook pressed under the nib, no doubt this man is none other than Alastair.

"Quick, anyone else who thinks of something, just say it." Alastair looked up and said toward the crowd.

"Mr. Jakovich, I thought of a sentence, thoughts spread in my heart, thinking of you a million times, tears like pearls breaking the thread, the world changed because of you ......"

"Can you be more vulgar, literary, literary, must be literary, do you understand? It is to be the kind of kind of literary that once you hear it, you think I am particularly literary kind of understand?" Alastair was very dissatisfied with the sentence that this person wanted, and again emphasized his requirements.

"Mr. Jakovich, I have it, in the rain, ......."

"Well, that's a good one, read it again and I'll write it." Alastair's right hand held the pen, the nib gently rubbing against the paper, leaving a ghostly black trail.

The man's heart was happy, and he hurriedly said what he just said again, haha, I really have talent, no, I have to think of two more sentences, a sentence of five hundred, tonight I want to earn a pot full of round.

"Okay, next." Alastair spoke up again and shouted.

"Mr. Jakovich, I would like a ......"

"And me ......"

There was a fire among the crowd, just a word to get five hundred dollars, such a good thing, they can leave behind? One by one, they scrambled to be the first to say.

"Don't rush, one by one, take your time, there are many more." Alastair said as he glanced at the codebook pressed under his hand.

And his assistant on the side to help others calculate, this five hundred, that one thousand, oops this clerk even said ten sentences, five thousand.

The assistant looked at it with enthusiasm, but he was a science graduate who knew nothing about literature and could not think of a single word.

Mr. Jakovich, I've been with you for several years, and I've helped you out so much, but you haven't given me a bonus or anything, so I'm really cold.

The assistant mumbled to himself.