Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 157

During breakfast, a large bottle of freshly squeezed grapefruit juice was placed at the table.

When Verian came down from the stairs, she frowned slightly and said, "Doesn't Little Jelly Bean not like to drink grapefruit juice? Why did you squeeze so much?"

The little one knelt in her children's chair with a peeled grapefruit in her little hand as she placed it in the juicer.

"Monty, Madam Leah said that eating grapefruit can replenish lots of vitamins. I don't like it but I want to squeeze it for you!"

Heaton chuckled as he raised his hand and rubbed the little one's head. "If you want to play with the juicer, don't make excuses. Stop squeezing and have your breakfast."

Little Jelly Bean pouted her mouth and snorted, but Verian was still moved by this "filial piety" and drank two glasses of grapefruit juice that morning.

The strange thing was that the juice on the breakfast table for the next two or three days was all grapefruit juice.

Little Jelly Bean seemed to be obsessed with grapefruit. Verian had to drink two glasses of grapefruit juice before going out in the morning, otherwise Little Jelly Bean would not let her go.

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Verian got off work early that day. As the Yash Company and the Fudd Group were close to each other, she went to Fudd Group to wait for Heaton to left work.

She had just arrived at the 66th floor and was about to enter Heaton's office when a clear male voice stopped her from behind.

"Little Lion?"

Unconsciously, Verian turned her head. She remembered that Zander Lucas was President Lucas of the Fudd's Overseas Department and a good friend of Heaton’s.

Zander pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and took a look at her. "It's really you. Are you here to look for Heaton?"

Verian nodded. "Yes. Good day to you, Mr. Lucas. Mr. Lucas, were you...addressing me just now?"

Zander smiled gently like a spring breeze and said humorously, "Yes. Apart from you, I’m the only one who’s breathing. If I’m not calling out to you, was it possible that I was calling myself?"

Little Lion?

Who gave her this nickname?

Wait, no. Was Little Lion not the name of that little stray dog!

No wonder Heaton wanted to name the little stray dog "Little Lion". She was wondering why would a little dog be named Little Lion!

When she reacted, she asked curiously, "Mr. Lucas, can I ask this? Why do you call me Little Lion?"

Zander touched the bridge of his nose with a long finger as he smiled ambiguously and provocatively. "This... You can ask Heaton about it."

When Verian turned to enter Heaton's office, Zander recalled. "Oh, yes, Heaton is having a meeting in the conference room. Go to his office and wait for him."

Verian's eyes trembled slightly. He was not in the office?

"Okay, thank you Mr. Lucas."

After Verian entered the office, there was no one inside. Heaton's laptop was open and there was a box on the table. She walked over and opened it. It really turned out to be the intelligence chip.

On the laptop screen was the Fudd Group's financial statements for this quarter.

By her ears, Yanni’s voice echoed－

"If you want the Fudd Group to lose even more miserably, you should work hard to steal the Fudd Group's financial statements and the production and sales strategy plans from Heaton's computer. If their production and sales strategies are known by others in this line of business, it would be a fatal blow."

Verian blankly stared at the bright computer screen.

What flashed unconsciously in her mind was the tragic picture of her father jumping off a building, and just as she wanted to stretch out her hand, the other half of her mind showed a picture of her being intimate with Heaton.

That night on Regent Island, when she learned of his death, she even regretted cooperating with Yanni. When Heaton safely stood in front of her, she was extremely happy.

Heaton forced her father to death. She should have been hoping that he would die, but why did she fall, over and over again?

Tears slowly fell from her eyes.