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.

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

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 have fun tonight. Well, no, I'll take you to listen

Martin's face suddenly darkened and his slender

of the TL Investment Company. It's strange. Mr. Hogan also

could be said to be

tonight," said Martin, hiding the strange

put on a silly face and smiled, "No, thanks. I'll pick you up after I finish my work. By the way, what are you doing? Are you busy? Have you had dinner

who didn't pick up their men were

temporarily found by Carlos. On the other side of

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

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

"Okay," replied Martin.

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

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

books and materials related to love letters. However, asking a single man who had never been in love to read love letters was

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

married, it seemed that Cassandra had always been the one who took the initiative to give

an insensitive man, finally found a little experience of managing love, so he wrote a line

a lamb. He pushed away the book on his body, stood up from the sofa

you

chauvinist is really

diamonds and luxury cars as gifts? Your gift

looked up and asked, "Is there

immediately shook his head like a rattle