Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

After they entered the office, Wilfred asked the secretary to bring two cups of coffee and a cup of warm milk.

Madeleine sat on the sofa and admired without hesitation, “Mr. Robinson, your company is really full of talents.”

Wilfred waved his hand and said cheerfully, “They are just a bunch of gangsters who are illiterate but good at martial arts. Not like you, you are well-educated and graduate from college. Otherwise, you won’t be the best-selling author. I admire the authors most in my life who can write novels with hundreds of thousands or even millions of words. I have no idea how their minds work! They can write a large swath of words.”

Madeleine didn’t know whether to cry or to laugh and said, “Mr. Robinson, after hearing what you have said, I suddenly feel that novelists are gods, not humans.”

“They are indeed gods. Their brains are different from those of ordinary people. Ordinary people think about the daily necessities of life, but novelists always think about the plots that could make the novels even more wonderful.”

Madeleine waved her hand, “Mr. Robinson, if you say so, then I have to rehabilitate those freelance writers. We write novels, but we also pay attention to reality. The materials of novels are derived from reality. Every time we finish a novel, we will take a break. We put on our backpacks and travel around to see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. The crazy ones would even go deep into the mountains alone. There is nothing they can’t do, but something you can’t think of. Otherwise, people would not say that those who really love to write novels are actually lunatics in their lives. Their minds have surpassed reality, and ordinary people can’t understand them, but I haven’t reached that level yet. That’s why I can only be regarded as a novelist, but not as a writer.”

Ophelia laughed.

“Madeleine, your readers would be sad if they heard this. The best-selling author they pursue describes herself as an under-rated author. Are you indirectly belittling their vulgar ideas?”

Madeleine laughed.

took out the contract, “Ophelia, read it

Then she said, “Darling, there is

Wilfred took the contract, signed his name on it, and put a red-ink thumbprint before saying, “This contract will be sent to the

Ophelia nodded.

could make your company stronger and expand effectively. You attach so much importance to distinguished guests. That would be strange if

and he wanted to say something, but Ophelia’s phone rang

apologetically at Wilfred and said, “I have to take this

to answer

voice came through

said, “Tassach, are

impulsive yesterday. Did I scare you?” Tassach

for so long. I was quite worried that something would happen to you

could have nearly half the courage he had now, maybe

a better mood, and his tone was lighter, “Ophelia, are you

remain unmoved when I saw you fall in front of me. Tassach, I’m not that heartless. No matter in the past, in the present, or the future, and no matter what