Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot
/ Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot Chapter 1372
Chapter 1372: 344: Xuexue abuses the scum, reporting to the leader! _5 Chapter 1372: 344: Xuexue abuses the scum, reporting to the leader! _5 Needless to say, weren't all the names Viola Thompson mentioned top-tier bosses?
Any one of them picked up could shake up the world!
Viola Thompson looked at Nathaniel Besian, with a proud and aloof expression on her face, “I'm not kidding, your master is that amazing!”
Viola Thompson uplifted her chin proudly in the end.
Nathaniel Besian continued, “Master, why didn't you mention Aladdin as another one of your identities!”
Aladdin is a renowned mathematician and is considered as a godlike figure by many scholars.
Nathaniel Besian likes mathematics so he specifically researched Aladdin.
Viola Thompson laughed and said, “Well, I really am Aladdin!”
Hearing this, Nathaniel Besian looked at Viola Thompson and said helplessly: “Master, you shouldn't lie.”
Nathaniel Besian didn't take Viola Thompson's words seriously at all.
After all, she always liked to bluff.
Therefore, when Viola Thompson said these things, Nathaniel Besian was not surprised at all.
He even believed that Viola Thompson could say something more outrageous.
Viola Thompson once bragged in front of him about her participation in an aircraft carrier project…
Viola Thompson: “…”
No one believed her when she told the truth, so it wasn't her fault.
“By the way, there's something you should take care of.” Viola Thompson continued, her eyes seriously set.
“Master, please tell me.” Nathaniel Besian also became serious.
Viola Thompson placed the milk tea cup onto the table and proceeded, “You contact the Marginine Organization and tell them I wish to meet J.”
You could only obtain the blue moon grass after meeting J now.
Despite the past rivalries between them, at such a time, Viola Thompson had to let bygones be bygones.
Nothing was more important than the blue moon grass.
So.
She had to sit down with J for face-to-face negotiations.
Nathaniel Besian nodded, “Alright master, I'll prepare for it right away.”
On the other side.
The Marginine Organization had already received Nathaniel Besian's message.
The man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the 58th floor, overlooking the night view of the city, his aloof facial features expressing hardly any emotions.
Upon hearing the assistant's report, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
“Whom did you say wants to meet me?”
The assistant glanced at the side of the man's face, suppressing his fear, and continued, “It's …it's Suwen.”
Hearing this, the man chuckled, “She wants to see me?”
“Yes.” The assistant nodded.
“So I'm obligated to see her?” The man spoke again, full of mockery.
Seeking his favor now?
Too late.
The assistant said nothing.
Beads of cold sweat started to form on his forehead.
The man leisurely lit a cigarette, the rising smoke gradually blurring his features, his tone was still low, “Go tell her, I don't have the time.”
A beautiful voice.
Resounding and clear.
Even while rejecting someone, he was so charming.
“Okay.”
The assistant nodded and said, “Sir, if that's all, should I leave now?”
The man waved his hand.
The assistant turned around and left.
The next second, as if remembering something, his thin lips parted again, “Hold on.”
The assistant stopped in his tracks and looked back, “Sir, is there anything else?”
Terrence Lentz was about to speak, then suddenly, his mobile phone made a sound.
It was the WhatsApp notification tone.
Very few people could message Terrence Lentz on WhatsApp, especially three times in a row.
Of course, except for his superior.
Terrence Lentz took out his phone right away, and started his routine, first, a selfie was a must.
Then he reported his itinerary.
First, send the selfie, and then report to his superior what he is doing now.
Standing aside, the assistant watched as his boss smiled, and even took a selfie.
Was it a selfie?
The assistant wasn't sure.
The usually cold boss was always unapproachable, who would believe he would take a selfie because of a WhatsApp message?
[Boss, I'm at the office now.]
[Had a simple lunch.]
[Okay, video call when I get home tonight.]
In a moment, Terrence Lentz picked out a very cute emoji and sent it over.
After replying all the messages, Terrence Lentz turned to look at the assistant, his eyes cold, “Alright, you may leave.”
But in the blink of an eye, he had resumed to his previous demeanor.
Ice-cold, unsociable.
The assistant was stunned, who would believe how quickly the Sir changes his face if not noticed with their own eyes?
Furthermore, didn't the Sir stop him just to say something?
The assistant dared not ask any more, he just respectfully replied, “Alright, sir.”
Chapter end
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