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.

Yeats who persuaded them to drink at the beginning, but after the first glass

another unconsciously.

nine o’clock

Yeats to

“Are

“You can leave now.”

if Mr. Yeats vomited later, the boss would probably be in

bad mood.

in his

said, Chris couldn’t say anything else. He took a look at Jason

reluctantly and finally left.

was sleeping on

out his phone and searched for a question on line, how to chase

woman you like.

that he had confirmed his

confirmed, he had

good–looking people around her. Maybe there would be someone more good–looking than him

web pages popping on his mobile phone. When he saw the answers, there

find topics that she is interested in. Third, give her

And finally,

had her phone

But the topic….

want to talk to him

him, she didn’t need any gift. Except for the time when she used his credit card to vent her anger and bought a lot of things, he had never seen

he threw his phone on the

too useless. He had to figure it

own.

the phone touched the coffee table, the

Yeats on the sofa.

and woke up. He sat up slowly and looked

there calmly and leisurely, Jason asked in a low voice,

at him with a frown, and

a sip of the water, Jason

Yeats was still in a drunken state. After muttering the name, he suddenly jumped from the sofa. “I

ייליי

didn’t expect Mr. Yeats to be like this when

the teacup and looked at a drunkard. “What do

Yeats pointed at him with

Jason’s eyes darkened slightly.

Call me ex–husband again…..

a naughty child, said angrily, “Do you want to force my

looked at him with

you. I’m a man of integrity. I’d rather die than give in.

for his

to call Chris to get

he

pressed the phone. He felt

bowl of soup,” said Jason

“Ha ha.”

Wilson Yeats sneered.

Jason, “?”