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.

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

another unconsciously.

nine o’clock in

Yeats to

uncertainly, “Are you planning to let Mr. Yeats

“You can leave now.”

are you okay alone?” if Mr. Yeats vomited later, the boss would

bad mood.

look in his

what he said, Chris couldn’t say anything else. He took

reluctantly and finally left.

was sleeping on the sofa, he didn’t care much

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

woman you like.

confirmed his feelings

was confirmed, he had to

her. Maybe there

on his mobile phone. When he

topics that she is interested in.

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

had her phone

But the topic….

Sarah didn’t want to talk to him at

when she was with him, she didn’t need any gift. Except for the time when she used his credit

his phone on the tea

that the methods on the Internet were too useless. He had to figure it

own.

phone touched the coffee

Yeats on the sofa.

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

and leisurely, Jason asked in a low voice,

Wilson Yeats looked at him with a frown, and

water, Jason answered, “I am

drunken state. After muttering the name, he suddenly jumped from the sofa.

ייליי

Yeats to be like this when

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

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

Jason’s eyes darkened slightly.

Call me ex–husband again…..

looked like a naughty

looked at him with deep

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

for

call Chris to get the

did he

want to do?” Wilson Yeats pressed the phone. He felt dizzy because of the drunkenness.

you a bowl of

“Ha ha.”

Wilson Yeats sneered.

Jason, “?”