It Was You

"You're married?" Hogan narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

Cassandra rubbed between her eyebrows and made up an excuse, "No, it's not like that. It's just a good friend. He also likes to listen to storytelling. If you don't mind, can I take him with me?"

Martin was easy to be jealous.

If she dared to meet Hogan alone, Martin might kill Hogan and lock her up.

Hogan's cold fingers froze slightly, and his face suddenly turned gloomy. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Samuel, are you talking about the rich gentleman of the Lu Group?"

The fact that Samuel was Cassandra had been made public. Cassandra had appeared together with Martin as Samuel before, so there would naturally be people guessing the relationship between Martin and Cassandra.

Hogan was no exception.

Or to some extent, there was a subtle connection between Cassandra and Hogan, but Cassandra hadn't noticed it.

Embarrassed, Cassandra smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Hogan, you are so well-informed that you can even guess this... If you think it's not convenient, forget it. "

'Can you stop asking me? I'm so desperate!'

On the other end of the phone, Hogan's eyes were empty for a moment, and then he said in a deep voice, "It's convenient. See you in the Grand Theatre tonight."

After saying that, Hogan hung up the phone. With a murderous look in his slightly narrowed eyes, he picked up a black phone on the table and dialed a number.

In the Ring Entertainment Industry.

Sitting on the sofa with her long arms casually wrapped around the back of the chair, Cassandra looked lazy. She dialed Martin's number.

other end of the phone, Martin was accessing to

I can take my family members with me. Don't you like Mr. Du's storytelling very

this, Martin's face suddenly darkened and

Hogan also likes to listen to storytelling. If you have

desire to live could be said to be

said Martin, hiding

face and smiled, "No, thanks. I'll pick you up after I finish my work. By the way, what are

pick up their men were all

of him. These documents were temporarily found by Carlos. On the

tone, "I'm sorting out the documents and have eaten

hand, "Well, if there's nothing else, I'll go to work first. See

"Okay," replied Martin.

the phone, Martin breathed a sigh of relief. He put down his phone and rubbed his swollen temples. This morning, because of the matter of Fiona, Cassandra ordered him to write a self-criticism. The

Martin. "Master, how about... Let's change our mind... How about

the morning, he had asked someone to find almost all the books and materials related to love letters. However, asking a single

both write the love letter and send her

they got married, it seemed that Cassandra had always been the one who took the

he wrote a line of words on his notebook and asked Carlos

book on his body, stood up from the sofa and walked over. When he

you

chauvinist is

always send flowers, diamonds and luxury cars as gifts? Your

looked up and asked,

head like a rattle drum, "No! I'll arrange