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Chapter 34 You Have No Right to Interfere With Me

After all, Jeremy was her husband. But in the three years since they'd gotten married, they'd told very few people about it.

Sherry thought it was ridiculous to let other people know she was his wife. Her expression turned cold and she opened her lips, as though to speak, but she didn't say anything.

"I'll give you some time to consider it. You can go to work now," said Jeremy. He withdrew his hand.

As soon as he pulled away, Sherry turned and practically ran into the office building.

Jeremy watched her go. As soon as she was out of sight, he glanced at Chester, who was staring at him.

It usually didn't matter to Jeremy what others thought of him. But he wanted the people he cared about to see that, especially Chester.

Sherry worked in the advertising department. When she reached her desk, she dropped her bag, and then went straight to the tea room. She couldn't stop thinking about what Jeremy had just done, and it made her angrier with him. She was so annoyed that she would have bitten him if he was there right now, to show her displeasure.

She got a glass of water and returned to her desk. She had just gotten settled in her seat when she saw Beisy entering the office.

Beisy went to greet Langston, who suddenly looked over at her. He called, "Sherry, come here for a moment."

Sherry put down the glass and went to them. "Director Langston, Beisy, good morning," she greeted them.

"Mr. Gu is going to meet a client. Can you come with us?" Beisy asked.

Langston was quite capable of handling the meeting on his own. However, the fact that Chester wanted to take Sherry along to meet the client showed that he attached great importance to her.

Sherry nodded heavily. "Good, get your files and let's go. We'll start right now," Langston instructed.

Sherry and Langston arrived at the conference room. The room was full of staff who were busy setting up a projector and placing bottles of water on the table. As soon as they finished, Langston and Sherry went to their seats and brought out their own files, ready to listen and take notes on the meeting.

Langston was relatively young, not even forty years old, but he was very calm and trustworthy. Sherry knew that from her experience in working with him. He would patiently explain things and answer questions about the matters she didn't understand.

However, Langston had not yet discovered all that she was capable of, apart from the jewelry design he'd seen three years ago.

In general, his attitude towards her was neither too cold nor too warm, but Sherry didn't mind. They were deep in discussion about the upcoming meeting when they heard footsteps coming closer.

They glanced towards the door and saw Beisy enter, followed by a familiar face. It was Steve Song!

Langston stood up to give the client a warm reception. But Sherry remained seated, staring at Steve in a daze.

Steve looked totally different from how she remembered him. For this business meeting, he was dressed neatly in a sharp gray suit; his hair was combed back instead of tousled, and his face was bright and alert. There was no trace of the leering playboy she'd met before.

After Steve, Chester entered, followed by senior executives from both companies.

Sherry took a deep breath. Now was not the time to fall apart. She stood up and forced a welcoming smile onto her face.

"Mr. Song, good to see you," Langston greeted politely. Sherry's face was stiff as she repeated, "Mr. Song."

that voice, he knew it sounded familiar. He turned his head quickly and

up. He said, "Miss

formal business association. It was inappropriate for him to do so. He and Chester were friends, and

raised an eyebrow and glanced at

he shared any personal

car, and they were looking for an advertiser to partner with. The

with the way Steve had looked at her. 'Why is he looking at me in such an outrageous manner?'

with Beisy. He was a busy man and he had other matters to attend to. Langston exchanged a few more words with some of the

documents on the desk. She did so and was about to leave when Steve said behind her,

her escape but she had hoped he would let her go without saying anything more. Of course, with her

to give her

said, "Sit down, please. I have something to

and told them to go ahead, until he

went to the other side of the table and sat down on the chair opposite Steve. "What did you want to

for the SZ Advertising Company?" he asked, raising his

yesterday,"

working no matter how hard he searched. Steve nodded and said, "Well, it's been a

him a bland, professional smile. She was impatient for him to get

Steve could get to the point, however, a ringtone

to answer the call when she saw

hesitated, not wanting to answer. The phone kept ringing. She put it on

phone. "Since we'll need to communicate in the future, I think it would be a good idea to exchange our contact numbers, don't you

took out his own phone.

him an incredible opportunity to get close to

boss would say if Steve accused her of being rude to him. Reluctantly she

phone number! No wonder he hadn't been

began to vibrate again. He cancelled the call and

Sherry nodded. "Anything else?"

nothing for now. Good to see you!" Steve gave her his signature charming grin, his white teeth gleaming in the sunlight that slanted through the enormous windows of the

Sherry said

Sherry spent the rest of the day working on the car launched

there. She supposed he'd attended a dinner party or

that would be for the best. She was happier without

key turning in the lock. The front

He saw that she was busy in the kitchen, and it put him in a good mood.

Usually he came

that line of thinking. That path could only lead to humiliation. It was not a bad thing that he'd changed some of his ways, but she was at a loss as to why—and scared that

white

sat down near the table, and the phone began

at the phone.

the button that would end the call. He looked quickly at Sherry. She was busy in the kitchen and hadn't noticed

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