Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 675

“Sorry, but I gave her the last bottle.” Finnley showed her the empty box. “I’m also out of it.”

Linda felt disappointed but didn’t show it on her face. With a smile, she said, “It’s alright. Sorry for interrupting, Mr. Russell.” Then she turned away.

She guessed Finnley would give a bottle to her if he still had one.

As she thought affirmatively, she believed she must take the initiatives to gain his heart.

Dusk.

Finnley went to the vice president’s office and knocked on the door. “Mya, time to go home.” He had been waiting for this moment for a whole day.

Mya darted at the door with a lollipop in her mouth. “All right. A moment, please.” Then she hurriedly packed her desk and left.

‘Where are they going? What are they going to do?’ Linda wondered, watching Mya trot to Finnley. Then they exchanged a smile and went toward the elevator together.

Linda tossed her pen away, bowing her head, feeling frustrated.

“Are you sure you can cook?” Mya asked expectantly in the elevator.

Finnley looked proud with his hands in the pocket of his trousers. “Why don’t you have a try?”

“I look forward to your dishes, Chef Russell. It’s my pleasure.”

Amused, Finnley laughed.

The entrance of the Marsh Group.

Shirley was sitting in a car that wasn’t eye-catching. Wearing sunglasses, she gazed at the company entrance and waited for Mya.

Shortly after, a man and a woman appeared in her sight.

Shirley recognized it was the young man who came to work with Mya this morning.

She took off the sunglasses, gazing at them without blinking.

Then Shirley watched Mya sit in the white Maybach with Finnley, who opened the door of the passenger’s seat for her and protectively let her sit in. They looked like love birds indeed.

Soon, the Maybach moved, heading to Shirley’s car. Shirley dodged in the shadow and told the driver in a low voice, “Follow that car. Don’t get lost or attract their attention.”

‘Best male friend?’

Finnley realized he was just a friend to her, feeling a little bit upset.

“By the way, what would you like to have for dinner?” Finnley changed the topic. “Shall we go to the wet market or the supermarket?”

Mya thought for a moment and asked, “Are you good at making soup? I want to have mushroom and lobster.”

“I cannot make it, but I can learn from videos on YouTube. I can cook whatever you want for tonight.”

“It’s super nice of you!” Mya laughed joyfully. “I envy myself. Haha!”

In the car stalking them, Shirley was anxious, wondering where they were going.

When the Maybach stopped in front of a supermarket, Shirley’s driver stepped on the brake gently.

Then the two front doors of the Maybach were opened. Finnley got off with Mya. Over a thousand guesses flashed through Shirley’s mind.

‘Are they living together?’