NovelAppChapter 662 Disgust Emelie thought about it and realized that it wasn't an urgent matter. Thus, she decided not to call Jodie.
The sky outside was gradually getting darker. The butlers and maids went in and out. They were careful not to look at Jodie, who remained kneeling at the door. No one dared to mention her to Emelie.
After dinner, Emelie played a few rounds of chess with Wesley. Eventually, she grew tired and went to bed. Wesley sat on the couch and sipped his coffee. After checking the time, he told the butler to bring Jodie in. Jodie had been kneeling for several hours, and her knees were swollen. She walked slowly and quietly to where Wesley was sitting. "Mr. Graham," she addressed him in a low voice.
Wesley calmly placed the chess pieces back into the box. The pieces were made of emerald. This made his hands look even more elegant as he held them.
His tone was indifferent as he asked, "Do you now understand what can and cannot be said in her presence?" "Mr. Graham, I know you're not going to like what I'm about to say, but I have to say it," Jodie replied. "If you insist on continuing, you should at least tell Ms. Pierce the truth and let her decide whether to keep making the smistake." "You act as you please because she doesn't know the truth, but what if she finds out later? What if she cares? Mr. Graham, Mr. Cronus, I'm afraid you'll end up hurting both her and yourself." Wesley sneered suddenly. He turned to look at Jodie, his eyes filled with both obsession and malice. "Do you care more about her than I do? Do you think what I'm doing is despicable and disgusting?" "That's not what I meant." Wesley threw the chess pieces he had picked up back onto the board. They scattered with a clatter. It didn't interest him anymore to listen to Jodie, so he'd just say, "Get back on your knees." With that, he left the study.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJodie quietly knelt again.
Marcel approached her and said, "Why are you doing this? You know that's the one thing Mr. Graham won't tolerate." Jodie replied, "I grew up with Mr. Graham, and it's my duty to correct his mistakes. Besides, Ms. Pierce has been kind to me. I can't let one situation hurt two people." Marcel said, "But Mr. Graham truly cares about Ms. Pierce." It was an unsolvable problem.
The clock showed that it was 11.45 pm, just 15 minutes before the end of the day.
Emelie had been sleeping soundly. Suddenly, she felt someone grabbing her hand.
She immediately opened her eyes and saw Wesley sitting on the edge of her bed, holding her hand as he prepared to press her thumb onto an ink pad and then onto a document.
"Wesley, what are you doing?" Emelie tried to pull her hand back, but Wesley held on tight. He then pressed her hand onto the document without even looking at her.
Emelie immediately sat up and tried to grab the document, but Wesley had already stepped back and held it out of reach.
He looked at the document in his hand and smiled with satisfaction. "Now that your fingerprint is on it, this document is legally binding." "What is that?" Emelie thought of a possibility. "Is it your will?" Wesley laughed. "My will only require my fingerprint, not yours. This is a share transfer agreement for the Filo Group, your birthday present." Emelie grabbed a tissue to wipe her fingers. "Did you really have to ambushin the middle of the night for that?" Wesley replied, "If I had given it to you directly, would you have accepted it? Anyway, it's yours now. It doesn't matter what happens in the future.
"As long as the Filo Group exists, you will always have a way out. If you ever fail, you can always cback and live luxuriously." Emelie would receive huge dividends every year for as long as the Filo Group existed. It was the kind of life she had always imagined and found quite attractive.
The contract was in duplicate. Wesley gave Emelie one copy and kept the other for himself.
Emelie glanced at the document. He had celebrated her birthday as Mandy, after all.
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Emelie stayed in Mercianna for three days. As soon as she was sure that things in Capebatt City had Ο ΠΤ progressed sufficiently, she took Jodie back with her to wrap things up.
Emelie hadn't seen much of Jodie over the past few days. She noticed something about Jodie's walk when she saw her. "Did you hurt your leg?" There was no change in Jodie's expression as she said, "It's nothing. I just missed a step and fell down the stairs the other day." "Have you seen a doctor?" "I did, but it's not a serious injury. I'll be fine in a couple of days." Emelie asked no more.
Their plane landed in Capebatt City at 6:00 pm, and they arrived at the hotel half an hour later.
Emelie was hungry and ordered room service. While she was eating hen elux meal, Jodie cup to her with the mobile phone in her hand. "Ms.
Pierce, William has sent a message." It seemed as if he was always keeping an eye on her. She had only just arrived, and his invitation had already been sent.
Emelie took a look at the message. It read, "Meettomorrow at 7:30 pm in Eastbay."
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