CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 112 Like An Outsider

Chapter 112 Like An Outsider

He seemed affectionate, but only Julian Quinn knew that deep down, this man was cold and indifferent. He seemed to be detached from the world, coldly watching the ups and downs of life.

No one could capture his heart.

"Yes, so we will all face retribution." Julian Quinn let go of him and stood up, "If you insist on keeping her in the company, you have to promise me one thing."

"You say."

"For every day she's in the company, you can't go home with her. I don't want her to monopolize you day and night. Last time you promised me you wouldn't see her for three months, but you didn't keep your promise!"

Francis Landau pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back in his chair, "How can you be sure that I can do it this time?"

"Yes, how can I believe what you said that you will support me for a lifetime?" Julian Quinn retorted.

Julian had known for a long time that promises were just his excuse. He wasn't the type to take promises seriously. He just used the word "promise" as a way to do what he wanted more easily.

Francis Landau raised an eyebrow, "You can choose not to believe."

Julian was choked by his words, she was at a loss for words, "Forget it, I don't want to talk to you. At least that let Lilian help me move my stuff shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"You can ask her yourself. If she agrees, I naturally have no objections."

But Julian Quinn picked up the intercom on the table and playfully placed it in front of him, "I want you to tell her. You can't even refuse such a small request, right?"

Francis Landau glanced at the phone in her hand but didn't take it, "What do you want to move?"

"Just some daily necessities. Don't worry, how dare I let your wife do the heavy lifting!"

The word 'wife' was almost said through gritted teeth by Julian Quinn, and it seemed to have also struck a chord with Francis Landau, his eyes darkening.

The next second, he grabbed the phone from Julian's hand and dialed the intercom.

Lilian Rossum had picked up the documents from the trash bin and was seriously memorizing them. No matter what Francis Landau's intentions were for bringing her to the company, since she was here, she decided to do her best.

Learning something was always good, and it could add some experience to her dull and boring life.

She heard the phone ring and quickly answered.

Francis Landau's voice came from the phone, "Go help Julian Quinn move her things."

He hung up after speaking, leaving Lilian holding the phone in a daze for a long time. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

After a while, Julian walked over with her high heels, swaying her hips. She patted Lilian's table, "Did you hear? Help me move my things."

Lilian looked at the phone in her hand. Francis Landau actually asked her to help Julian move her things.

She pursed her lips, put down the phone, and stood up, gesturing: "What to move?"

Julian Quinn didn't understand and didn't want to. She casually packed her things at her desk and placed a cardboard box on the table, "Move this."

Lilian picked up the cardboard box. The box was big and heavy, blocking her view. She had to tilt her head to see the way.

She followed Julian Quinn to the elevator. At the same time, Francis Landau also came over with some documents, and the three of them met face to face.

Lilian's view was blocked by the box, and she couldn't see him, but Julian Quinn saw him and took the initiative to hold onto Francis Landau's arm.

"Frank, thank you. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to move such a big box."

Francis Landau glanced at the box in Lilian's arms, his expression unreadable. He didn't say anything, just pressed the elevator button to go downstairs.

Lilian quietly stood in the corner, her fingers tightly gripping the box, like an outsider watching the two of them show affection.

She was grateful that the box was big enough to shield her embarrassment.