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.

for a while before Wilfred took out the contract, “Ophelia,

did Madeleine. Then she said, “Darling,

and put a red-ink thumbprint before saying, “This contract will be sent to the notary

Ophelia nodded.

thumbs up and said, “Good! Mr. Robinson, no wonder you could make your company stronger and expand effectively.

and he wanted to say something, but Ophelia’s

call was from Tassach. She smiled apologetically

walked aside to answer

weak voice came through

said, “Tassach, are you

impulsive yesterday. Did I

and you didn’t come out of the operating room for so long. I was quite worried that something would happen to you because of me.

nearly half the courage he

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

about you. I’m not a wood person, so I could not 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