Super Wife’s Three Babies

Chapter 83 Filthy Thoughts

Aleena said nothing, but she was inwardly mulling over the woman’s words. Perhaps I’m too well-mannered. I should just employ a more direct method. D*mn you, Robin, for failing to do such a trivial task!

After the fuss at the cocktail party, everyone looked at Olivia and Kate differently. The most blatant evidence was the fact that everyone seemed friendly with them, with increasingly more people handing them business cards and even expressing their hopes of a collaboration if the opportunity arose in future. Actually, everyone was of the same mind—these two ladies are Eugene Nolan’s friends. After all, no one dared to offend his friend.

Kate was ecstatic. Never have I thought that my magazine and I would become renowned in such a way one day.

Meanwhile, no one dared to report the incident at the cocktail party on this night since Eugene had spoken. When they were leaving, Eugene offered to send them back, but Olivia declined. The two women then hailed a taxi home.

Staring the upturned corners of Kate’s mouth that just wouldn’t go down, Olivia couldn’t resist saying, “Alright, just laugh if you want to do so.”

Kate laughed unceremoniously. “Ha ha… Don’t you think it was a blessing in disguise that I got slapped? Many celebrities expressed their interest in collaborating with me today, so I think I don’t need to worry for the next six months.”

burst into giggles. “Your success in taking advantage of Eugene’s influence

“I know you’re the person I should be thanking most. If it weren’t for you, Eugene Nolan wouldn’t have known me from a stranger on the street, much less be friends with me. D*mn it, I’m Eugene

her a glare. “You may want to

Kate asked, “Can’t

I? Considering our relationship now, talking about money will only ruin our friendship!” Kate was rendered

Alex and Hayden since the incident during the cocktail party came to their

Eugene was then forced onto the sofa. Knowing that he disliked women, none of the women dared

was the master player here, he called out to a female guest relations officer (GRO), “Serenity, hurry up and pour Mr. Nolan a glass of wine. I’m sure he didn’t get enough to drink at the cocktail

you go, Mr. Nolan.” Then, she returned to her post. The GROs in

lighter. Then, he leisurely took a puff, upon which a

you save the damsel