My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 195: Mr. Hawkins’ Pen Is Fake

On the next day…

In the president’s office of the Hawkins Group…

Several C-level managers stood in the office and reported work to Ernest. They were all waiting for his approval and signature.

This was a routine for them and they would often stand in Ernest’s office like this when they had to go through this procedure. But today, they could clearly feel that Ernest was in a good mood.

More precisely, he was in a mood that was much better than usual.

Especially when she took out the pen from the pocket, he looked gentler.

He even smiled when he gazed at the pen and he was so delighted just like bathing in the spring wind.

Those managers were all bug-eyed in wonderment as if they had seen red rains.

They had been working in the company for decades and had been to Ernest’s office for numerous times, but they hadn’t seen him smiling.

Wasn’t there always indifference and aloofness on his handsome face?

Moreover, the most wired thing was that Mr. Hawkins actually smiled at an ordinary KT Pen as if it was his lover.

What was wrong with him today?

Or could it be that this president was a fake one? He was substituted by someone else?

Everyone was shocked and they all guessed wildly about what had happened to Ernest. They looked apparently astonished.

Ernest sat on the chair elegantly. He didn’t care what they were thinking in their minds.

He spun the pen. Although his eyes were on it, he only had Florence in his mind.

This was the first gift from Florence.

And there was a smiling face on the pen.

She indeed had tried to learn about him secretly. See, his mood was enhanced when he saw the smiling face.

He then softly removed the pen hat and wrote down his name on the signature area in one go.

Ernest gazed at the fluent signature with satisfaction. The pen selected by Florence was quite good.

his lips

aside the document, a

immediately blotted the signature when it dropped down on the

a bit

prevailed by a

gazed at the pen astonishingly and then at the blurred signature on

pen actually

never happened

aside was also

sent by Miss

be that it was

and immediately handed the other pen to Ernest, “Mr. Hawkins,

in his hand and slightly

things over the decades and they were

this one

by Timothy; instead, he

his action and instantly, Ernst’s hands were stained

Timothy gasped in shock.

for years and he knew clearly that the things that Ernest used should be of top quality; moreover, he had mysophobia

at the ink on Ernest’s slender hands, Timothy felt like the sky

said in a panic, “Sir, please give it to me. Let me throw it into the

must throw it in the

want to see the

frowned and dodged Timothy’s hand with a cold

to the rubbish bin behind our tower and throw yourself into

Timothy was rendered speechless.

He well-meaningly proposed to help him throw away this

felt unaccustomed to his ink-stained hands, he didn’t throw away the

to repair this pen. I want

and stood on the spot dully as he

Repair?

clothes were all wore once. When had he repaired a

dumbfounded state.

ink and even if it was fake, Mr.

motionlessly like timber piles. They widened their eyes when

and it looked like he was carefully wiping a

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