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 of wine, his boss

another unconsciously.

nine o’clock

sent Wilson Yeats

him on the sofa, he asked uncertainly, “Are you planning to let Mr. Yeats sleep here

“You can leave now.”

okay alone?” if Mr. Yeats vomited

bad mood.

look in

say anything else. He took a look at Jason

reluctantly and finally left.

at the man who was

out his phone and searched for a question

woman you like.

that he had confirmed his

confirmed, he had to take

Maybe there would be someone more good–looking

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

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

finally, do what

had her

But the topic….

want to talk to

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 her go

threw his phone

too useless. He had to figure it out on

own.

the phone touched the coffee table,

Yeats on the sofa.

eyes and woke up. He sat up slowly and looked blankly in front of him, as

and leisurely, Jason asked in a low

looked at him with

a sip of the water, Jason answered,

Yeats was still in a drunken state. After muttering the name, he

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

down the teacup and looked at

pointed

Jason’s eyes darkened slightly.

Call me ex–husband again…..

Why did you kidnap me to your house?” Wilson Yeats, who looked like a naughty child,

looked at him with

in his own fantasy world, “Let me tell you. I’m a man of

reached for his

Chris to

he

to do?” Wilson Yeats pressed the phone. He felt dizzy

a bowl of soup,”

“Ha ha.”

Wilson Yeats sneered.

Jason, “?”