When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey) novel Chapter 775

Chapter 755 He fell in love with a little wild cat

Twenty bucks tip?

Levi was taken aback. Was there such action?

“Levi-”

Levi smiled and said, “Grandma, I will listen to you. You have the final say.”

After Joyce bought the pregnancy test, she went back to the auction house. Anyway, she still wanted to auction the underworld book.

But when she turned around, she could no longer see Olive and Anabelle.

Where did they go?

It was really strange.

Joyce looked left and right looking for them. When Damien’s personal secretary saw Joyce looking for someone, he quickly stepped forward, saying. “Hey, how can I help you?

It was a bit crowded here, to get to the private secretary, Joyce had to go through the crowd first. At this time someone bumped into her, the plastic bag in her hand fell to the ground, and the pregnancy test inside fell out.

“Ah,” someone hastily exclaimed. “Look, there’s a pregnancy test in the plastic hag. Whose is it?”

Because the two words “pregnancy test” are relatively sensitive, “whoosh,” everyone’s eyes widened in that direction.

This caused quite a stir, people whispering: “Oh my g od, who brought the pregnancy test to the auction house?”This belongs to CHA_pTERs.F/Lôw_com.

“Isn’t this too embarrassing?”.

Joyce glanced at the pregnancy test on the ground, then leaned over and reached out to pick it up and the plastic bag calmly. She pursed her lips and said, “Sorry everyone. My husband…is old, so I should buy a pregnancy test in a hurry.”

The private secretary on one side was stunned on the spot. What does this mean? What exactly does she mean?

The private secretary turned and ran away.

When Joyce stepped forward, she discovered that the person who wanted to help her had run away. She was a bit confused.

The private secretary ran upstairs at a sprinting pace, opening the door to the VIP meeting room.

At this moment, Damien is holding a high-level meeting, the CFO is doing a quarterly report, flipping through the documents in his hand.

“President,” The private secretary stepped forward, calling in a low voice.

“Huh?” Damien replied faintly.

The private secretary swallowed, “President, I have something to report to you… I just saw Miss Brown downstairs. She’s got a pregnancy test. She’s pregnant!”

Damien’s clean fingers flipping through documents suddenly stopped, his voice deep and cold:

“What did you say?”

Hearing that, the CFO was so scared that he stopped reporting. The senior executives at the conference table peeked at the president, only to see his handsome and serious face obscured, and

the cold air radiating from his body was horrible.

The superiors didn’t dare to show any expression, for fear of offending the big boss.

The private secretary frowned, “President, you heard it right. Miss Brown is pregnant. Besides, she said… you’re a good old man. President, you’re so happy to be a father!”

After his voice rang out, the entire conference room was so quiet that they could hear a pin drop on the ground. No one dared to speak because they felt the cold and strict mood of their big boss.

At this time, the CFO boldly asked: “President… Should I continue..?”

“Get out!” Damien spat out a cold word from his thin lips.

With a “whoosh,” senior executives quickly rose from their seats and ran out of the conference roo as if on the run for their lives.

Twenty dollars more?

“She said what?”

“She said that because she had to calculate properly, she wouldn’t lose. Either way, she ruined… your place. Twenty dollars is… a tip for you, president…

Damien’s handsome cheeks twitched quickly. What did he just say?

Give him a twenty bucks tip? Treat him like a duck?

He laughed angrily, a dark arc on his cold thin lips, “Tell her, if she gave me a tip, twenty dollars would be too little.”

Is he ready for twenty bucks?

The private secretary, about to cry, said. “Boss… President, Miss. Brown guessed you would feel little so she left a message saying… your skills were really had, only worth twenty dollars the most, not more.”

Damien’s handsome features were almost pale. This damn woman!

He said, “Go investigate. Investigate where her $1.4 billion came from, and who the f uck that man is!”

The private secretary saw the president this time really angry, also quite surprised. The president could have any kind of sweet, gentle celebrity, but he didn’t want them. He only liked Joyce, the little wildcat, the kind that used to scratch his heart with her paw.

“Yes, sir.” The private secretary said, wanting to go out.

At this time, Damien suddenly said: “Go back.”

“President, anything else?”

“What did Joyce come to the auction room for this time? What does she want to buy?”

“President, I heard Miss Brown came here to buy the underworld book.”