Mrs. Gibson, Your Identily Is Exposed

Chapter 25 Move to the Guest Room

Murray’s eyes raked Melissa’s body.

Melissa blushed. “You asshole.”

She jumped to kick his ball but he flinched right away. “Don’t worry, I’m not crazy about you. You are not my type.”

What? Melissa was pissed off. She was never treated like this before.

“Screw you!” Melissa rolled her eyes at him.

She was like an angry rabbit. Murray nearly busted out of laugh before leaving a word. “I’m going to the study room.”

Then he turned around and left. Whereas, Murray’s mind was filled with the beautiful sexy body of Melissa. Graceful and pretty, smart and confident, neither servile nor overbearing.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t the one he was looking for. The scene when he was 13 appeared before his eyes once more…

*Flashback*

“Your hand is injured. Let me bandage it.” The girl who said this was a few years younger than Murray. She wore a ponytail and had a handkerchief in her hand. She bandaged Murray and tied a beautiful bow on it.

“Does it still hurt?” The girl looked up, with her beautiful eyes flashing.

“No. Don’t be afraid, Lily. We will be saved!” Murray held her in his arms, smiling with determination.

**

His thoughts drifted away. Murray opened the drawer and took out a faded handkerchief. He looked at it for a long time.

His Lily, how was she now?

The next morning, when Melissa woke up, there was no one in the room. Did Murray spend the entire night in the study room?

Melissa rubbed her temples. She seemed to misunderstand him seen

a thing to her? This was the best. Three months later, they would

Melissa was in a good mood and rushed to the company. As soon as she arrived,

Melissa looked at Susie. Previously, Susie had made lots of trouble,

Susie was going to do

in our secretary department for a few days. Now you follow up on the cooperation project with France Lady Vogue.” As Teresa told Melissa her promotion, a faint trace of jealousy flashed across

handed the documents to Melissa. “These are the documents of the project.

took the documents, glancing at them. “Okay.” She turned around and

at Melissa’s back,

Murray called her over and

could this country bumpkin steal her project effortlessly? Just because she was Murray’s

then, Susie received a message. “How’d you go with the thing I

“Ms. Yale,

Adela replied. She couldn’t wait anymore. At Archer’s banquet, Adela had designed that plan to accuse Melissa of stealing and drive

gloomy. She

jewelry for the next season. Almost all designers had finished the final design scrip for jewelry. What Melissa had to

that all her stuff had been

my stuff?” Melissa

walked to Melissa in her high heels with a smug smiled, “I asked the servants to move

how to behave?” Melissa crossed her arms over chest and leaned against the door frame,

boxes. No wonder. You are a country bumpkin. We kindly took you in and gave you food and clothes. Even if you live in a servant’s room, I guess it will be way better than your countryside house. If you don’t want to live here, then

at Claire as if she was looking at an idiot. These were her grandfather’s customized leather suitcases made by an Ostacre master. The design, workmanship, and material were all world-class. However, Claire said they were

just off work and back home, heard

things, but she accused me of stealing. I have no reasons to take her

“Murray, you heard it. She

brows. He pulled his arm back from Claire before questioning her, “Claire, did

felt Murray’s cold demeanor. “Murray, I did

but anyway, Melissa

room…” Murray told the servants,

the nightmare-like memory

little

He thought for a moment and suggested,

room or the servant room is the same for her. More importantly,