Divorce Is The Best Choice

Chapter 165 Don’t worry, I’d rather die than give in

Should he tell the CEO about it?

While he was thinking,

He asked in the group, “Is it a rumor? It seems that he doesn’t seem to be a person who

will do such a thing.”

“Don’t judge a person by his appearance. How do you know what he looks like in private?”

“It seems to be true. Several CEOS who had dinner with Jason Noth at that time saw with

their own eyes that he accepted a woman.”

“My lord! So he is actually like this.”

For these comments.

Nicolas Mccoy forwarded all of them to himself.

He wanted to show Wilson Yeats all the messages tomorrow.

Jason Noth didn’t know these things yet. Looking at the drunk man again, he stood up indifferently and let Wilson Yeats lie on the sofa.

Seeing this, Chris was a little confused. “Boss, you…”

“Send him to my place,” said Jason decisively.

“Are you sure?”

Chris asked tentatively.

He knew that his boss was a neat freak. Except for the people he really cared about, he would not allow anyone to step into his private domain.

But now…..

How could he let Mr. Yeats live in his house?

With an incomprehensible expression in his deep and narrow eyes, Jason only answered

him with one single word, “Yes.”

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Chris was confused, but he didn’t ask more.

He carried Yeats on his back.

He didn’t drink tonight. It was his boss and Mr. Yeats who had been drinking all the

time.

but after

another unconsciously.

o’clock in

sent Wilson Yeats to Jason

the sofa, he asked uncertainly, “Are you planning to let Mr.

“You can leave now.”

Mr. Yeats vomited later, the boss would probably

bad mood.

in his

what he said, Chris couldn’t say anything

reluctantly and finally left.

who was

he took out his phone and searched for a question on line, how

woman you like.

that he had confirmed his

confirmed, he had to take some

were too many good–looking people around her. Maybe there would be someone more good–looking than

When he saw the answers, there was

contact. Second, find topics that she is interested in. Third,

likes. Forth, create an encounter. And finally, do what she likes to

her

But the topic….

Sarah didn’t want to talk to him

for the gifts… she was too indifferent. Even when she was with him, she didn’t need any gift. Except for the time when she used his credit card to vent her anger and

threw his

the Internet were too

own.

moment the phone touched the coffee table, the sound

Yeats on the sofa.

up. He sat up slowly and looked

calmly and leisurely, Jason asked in a low voice,

you?” Wilson Yeats looked at him with a frown,

of the water,

in a drunken state. After muttering

ייליי

Yeats to be like this when he was

put down the teacup and looked at a drunkard. “What do

ex–husband of Sarah!” Wilson Yeats pointed

Jason’s eyes darkened slightly.

Call me ex–husband again…..

house?” Wilson Yeats, who looked like a naughty child, said

him with

“Let me tell you. I’m a man of integrity. I’d rather die

for his

call Chris to get the man

he bring him

phone. He felt dizzy because

a bowl of soup,”

“Ha ha.”

Wilson Yeats sneered.

Jason, “?”