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.

persuaded them to drink at the beginning, but after the first glass of wine,

another unconsciously.

nine o’clock in

sent Wilson Yeats

placing him on the sofa, he asked uncertainly, “Are

“You can leave now.”

alone?” if Mr. Yeats vomited later, the

bad mood.

a clear look in his eyes, Jason said,

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

reluctantly and finally left.

man who was sleeping on the sofa, he didn’t

and searched for a question on line, how

woman you like.

that he had confirmed his feelings

it was confirmed, he had

around her. Maybe there would be someone

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

contact. Second, find topics that

encounter. And finally, do what she likes to do with

had her phone

But the topic….

Sarah didn’t want to talk

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

this, he threw his phone on the

too useless. He had to figure

own.

moment the phone touched the coffee table, the sound

Yeats on the sofa.

He sat up slowly and looked blankly in front of him, as if confirming where

asked in a low voice, “You’re

at him with a frown,

the water, Jason answered, “I am Jason

After muttering the

ייליי

didn’t expect Mr. Yeats to be like

teacup and looked at

the ex–husband of Sarah!” Wilson Yeats pointed at him with blurred eyes and

Jason’s eyes darkened slightly.

Call me ex–husband again…..

Wilson Yeats, who looked like a naughty child, said angrily, “Do you want to force my lovely Pumpkin to

him

pissed and immersed himself in his own fantasy world, “Let me tell you.

reached for his

call Chris

he bring him

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

bowl of soup,” said

“Ha ha.”

Wilson Yeats sneered.

Jason, “?”