Jack was in a good mood tonight.He had done a favor for Mr.Biden, the company's client, so the project he was in charge of should be going well.He walked over with a smile.

"Christina, congratulations on your smooth entry into the entertainment industry.Mr.Biden saw your advertisement and felt that your temperament was very suitable for the teleplay he invested in, with a theme of survival in troubled times of the 1910s ...You should thank Mr.Biden"

Christina stood up straight with a complex expression.

She did not respond to his words, Mr.Biden and Renee also seemed to have strange expressions, as if they did not listen to him.

Jack was in doubt when a strange low voice came from the left, "How to thank Mr.Biden?"

Jack didn't care.

He smiled and said, "Of course, Christina has to work hard for Mr.Biden..."

As he spoke, he turned around and had a casual glance at the man with a strong presence in his left hand.

Jack's face froze.He was so frightened that his lips were twitched.

"..Mir.President"

It was Patrick.

Why was Patrick here? Jack looked at the man in front of him.

He was too nervous to even breathe heavily.

As an employee of the IP&G Group for eight years, he knew very well that the structure of the IP&G Group business was huge and complicated.

The president of the Asia Pacific region, the president of the North American region, the president of the real estate or technology field, all were leaders of the IP&G Group.

But there was only one Mr.President in the headquarters...

Jack had attended the annual meeting of the company and had seen the Mr.President once from afar, with whom he was deeply impressed.

Patrick's presence was unforgettable.

He enjoyed the inherent noble and cold temperament, and also a sense of cruelty.

Jack felt his heart beating much faster.

He stammered uncontrollably, "Mr.Hopkins, hello...Nice to meet you."

Mr.Hopkins was still silent, and Renee and the others awkwardly smiled and tried to speak.

However, Patrick suddenly stretched out his long arm and naturally hugged the woman's shoulder beside him.

The moment Patrick's hand touched her skin, Christina trembled.

The people in front of them were shocked and did not know how to react.

Although Patrick did not look at her, Christina tensed up.

was alert as if she was waiting

thought that he would probably be angry again when he saw

Patrick was completely unreasonable.

wanted and scolded Christina

such a strange atmosphere, everyone suddenly became

surprise, Patrick was not

least in front of these subordinates and partners, Patrick

Christina and said calmly,

watched them leave in a daze, not daring to

an argument with him in public, so she

looked as usual, but his hand grasping on Christina's shoulder tightened, and Christina felt a

walked stiffly beside

did not need to look back but knew that behind

would definitely be the focus of

called.She only felt uncomfortable.She hated

last time she came out of 502, she

you going? Let me

her voice

wherever I want.There is nothing wrong that

shaking shoulders tried to struggle, but the strength of

initiative to lean close to

"Damn it!"

must be

the hell do

a suppressed voice and

Patrick still ignored her.

lips and decided

thinking of this man's indifference and what Patrick did to her, Christina had

excuses for

me

Patrick was really

lowered her head and stared blankly at

to have forgotten that she had not been so close to Patrick for a

a while, there was a

"Mr.Hopkins, it's ready:"

her head, Christina raised her head vigilantly and looked at the familiar and deep

a cold and heavy gun was placed on

at the real weapon in her hands and her expression was

the target ahead now.This type of

the shooting range spoke to her in his awkward foreign

want to

Christina said confusedly.

bold she was, she was just an ordinary

he would not let her play with such a

wanted to return the weapon, The retired American head coach was a little confused, with a strange glance

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