Secretary’s Secret Lover

Chapter 233 Are You an Idiot?

Ellen listened to Jamie with great effort.

Gastric ulcer? Illegitimate child? And Max, who suddenly appeared?

It turned out that there was a series of traps for her.

Why did they think she was worth the effort?

Even without these charges, Jamie would still torture her to death!

Why?

Ellen smiled brightly. “Jamie, I guess Fiona was the one who told you this! Gastric ulcer, illegitimate child, and affair. It was really hard for her to make up such a meticulous story, and find so many witnesses.”

“You shut up!” Jamie interrupted her with bloodshot eyes.

“You think you can speak her name? She is different from you. You are full of schemes!”

In Jamie’s heart, Fiona was a bit unreasonable, but she was bad on the surface and straightforward. She would not do such sinister tricks.

“Jamie, you just need to check whether my gastric ulcer is real.

You will know, and the child in my belly…”

Ellen suddenly stopped talking. This child was going to be left to her parents.

If Jamie knew, he definitely would not let her give birth to the child.

Jamie stared at her, his eyes cold. “What, you can’t say it. I’m afraid you don’t even know whose child it is! Since you want to be a slut, I will fulfill your wish today!”

He suddenly picked up Ellen with one hand and held her in his arms.

He suddenly felt that this damn woman was so light that he could lift her with one hand. Was this really the weight of a pregnant woman?

that even a ten-year-old child was heavier than

 scared and struggled to say, “Jamie, where are you taking me? Put me down! I don’t even want the company. You

said. He came to the

“I can’t?”

coldly, took out a stack of

me again.

one piece of paper and looked at it carefully. It was a project. developed by the Robbins Group. Even she, who did

shook violently, and she picked up the next one and the next one, until

it, and it was covered with the

instant, her

look and sneered, “How is it? Is this enough to make your father die

chattering. “This must have been forged by you. How could my father sign this kind of

“Forge?”

it on the bed in the ward. His trusted man, his vice president, personally gave it to him. He told your father that as long as your father

vice president?” Ellen

years. Her father trusted him very

came to me by himself, wagging his tail and begging me to give him a piece of

belief collapsed in

be the most loyal and honest

tore up the pile of

and slowly lit a cigarette with a lighter. He took a puff, and the smoke swirled around him. “I can still stick them back together, even

heard this, she was like a mad woman. She stuffed the

could finish swallowing, she

at her, the more he felt that something was wrong. She was preparing to stuff seven or eight of

Was this woman crazy?

to stop her. He said angrily, “Are you crazy? Spit them

as if she did not hear him, covering her mouth and swallowing the documents with all her

was like a sickle with countless saw teeth, cutting her

chin and said

It hurt so much that her throat emitted an