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.

the phone, Martin was accessing to information. When his phone rang, he immediately

and said, "My sweetheart, Mr. Hogan just called me to listen to the storytelling. I can take my family members with me. Don't you like Mr. Du's storytelling very much? I'll take you to

this, Martin's face suddenly darkened and his slender

immediately said, "Yes, the boss of the TL Investment Company. It's strange. Mr. Hogan also likes to listen to storytelling. If

the desire to live could be

said Martin, hiding the strange look

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

didn't pick up their men were

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lowered his eyes and said in a helpless tone,

head with the back of one hand, "Well, if there's nothing else, I'll go to work

"Okay," replied Martin.

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 president of the Lu Group planned to write a self-criticism letter that would make people

and stared at Martin. "Master, how about... Let's change

asked someone to find almost all the books and materials related to love

said, "I'll both write the love letter and

that Cassandra had always been the one who took the initiative to

managing love, so he wrote a line of words

the sofa and walked over. When he saw the words

chest, "Master, are you

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always send flowers, diamonds and luxury cars as gifts?

up and asked, "Is

head like a rattle drum, "No!