Hypnotizing Love novel Chapter 1145

Can this not be a complaint?

Mr. Jones went to Goldstone Co. and he was aware of it and the purpose.

After all, before going, he, and the old chairman, and Mr. Jones and others, all had a small meeting in the conference room to discuss Mr. Jones this go, how to obtain Amber's forgiveness, so that Amber in Jared to help talk.

And Mr. Jones went with the assurance that there would be no problem and that he would achieve his goal.

However, what is the result now?

Got blown out!

The reason for the bombing out was the arrogant door-to-door attitude and insincere apology.

I'm sure Mr. Jones forgot all about what they said in the meeting.

It really pissed him off.

"Hello." Just as the minister was thinking, the call came through, and the old Mr. Jones' old, but very spirited voice came over the phone.

The minister hurriedly sat up straight, "Chairman, I have something to tell you, it's about Mr. Jones."

On the other end of the phone, the old Mr. Jones, dressed in white practice clothes, was standing in the garden of the villa, with a sword for fitness beside him.

Apparently, before answering the phone, the old Mr. Jones was practicing his gong and exercising here.

"What's up? He's back from Goldstone Co.?"

The old Mr. Jones took the towel handed to him by the butler while wiping the sweat from his face, and walked towards the gazebo with the phone in his hand, and sat down behind the gazebo and asked.

On the phone, the minister shook his head, "Mr. Jones isn't back yet, but it's getting close."

"So what's the situation now, Amber's side ......"

Before the old Mr. Jones could finish his question, the minister let out a weary sigh, "Chairman, I'm sorry, Mr. Jones failed."

"What?" the old Mr. Jones wipe sweat action suddenly stopped, red old face, this moment also brush down a sinking, "failed?"

"Yes."

The old Mr. Jones narrowed his eyes.

How can it fail?

"Is that woman deliberately making things difficult? Thought it wasn't enough for us to come to the door in person and wanted something else?" the old Mr. Jones gritted his teeth, his voice gloomy with speculation.

Hearing the old Mr. Jones from the beginning, Amber to the bad side, not even think about the cause of failure, possibly from his own son, the minister heart is also helpless.

He didn't believe that the chairman didn't know what kind of virtue his son was.

The chairman definitely knows, but prefers not to think about whether his son did something wrong, instead of blaming everything on the heads of others, is obviously brainless protection.

It's no wonder Mr. Jones has developed that kind of personality.

The minister in his heart so spit, but the mouth naturally will not say so, lowered his eyes back: "Of course not, the reason for the failure of this matter, is Mr. Jones himself."

"What do you mean?" the old Mr. Jones frowned, "It's my son's fault?"

"Yes." The minister nodded, "We said in the meeting, let Mr. Jones instead of Miss Norah to Miss Reed to apologize, although Miss Reed did not see the real offending party to apologize to her, but on the basis of the Jones family people willing to come to the door, and the apology is sincere and thoughtful to make amends. More or less may be soft-hearted, forgive the Jones family, however ......"

The minister was somewhat reluctant to speak.

The old Mr. Jones impatiently squeezed the phone, "However what, you say it!"

"Yes." The minister responded, no longer hesitant, should say it, "However, Mr. Jones promised at that time, we also put the compensation gift ready, but Mr. Jones temporarily reneged, did not bring the compensation gift, himself with his assistant went to Goldstone Co. and after going, the attitude is really crazy, and then apologize for not into, but more stimulated the conflict with Miss Reed. Instead, it fueled the conflict with Miss Reed, and finally Miss Reed sent security guards to drive out of Goldstone Co."

"Go ahead." The old Mr. Jones hmmed.

The phone hung up, the old Mr. Jones narrowed his eyes, cursed a beast in a low voice, and then turned to dial a phone out.

There, Mr. Jones was already on his way back to the Jones Group, sitting in his car, cursing Amber over and over.

The curses were so bad that the assistant driving the car couldn't listen to them and found them ridiculous.

It is clear that it is not Miss Reed who is at fault, but Mr. Jones himself.

But Mr. Jones does not feel that he is at fault, but thinks that all of this is Miss Reed's fault, Miss Reed scolded the dog's blood, but also really let people three views broken.

Just then, a cell phone rang, interrupting the cursing in the car.

Mr. Jones took a break and finally quieted down. The assistant also felt his ears were cleared and his heart was kind of grateful for the phone call.

"Dad?" Mr. Jones tugged at his tie and pulled out his cell phone, and when he looked at the caller ID, the anger on his face twisted and turned into stunned surprise.

Immediately after that, the smear of surprise, and began to shift, turning into heartfelt and apprehensive.

For some reason, he felt that this phone call made him feel a sudden surge of foreboding in his heart.

So to answer or not to answer?

He was afraid if he received it.

But if you don't pick it up, you'll be cleaned up by your father when you get back.

Then it seems that you have to take it or leave it.

Mr. Jones gripped the phone tightly, and after struggling for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and answered the phone, put the phone to his ear, and carefully shouted, "Dad?"