"Yes." Doris nodded.

"Honey, go out there and have some fun with Duke."

I didn't ask Susan call until Monday morning before work.

Turn on hands-free mode.

"Hello there, my kid was the one who painted your car earlier today. What kind of price might I expect?" Asked Susan.

You have the option of paying 20,000 dollars if the total is more than 20,000. "

There are twenty thousand?

Susan glanced up at me.

I was aware that it wouldn't be a cheap option.

Pointing to her mobile phone, Susan continued, "I have a child to raise. My financial situation is not very stable. Is it possible for me to pay in installments?" Asked Susan.

"Where are you hiding your husband?"

Both Susan and I were taken aback when he asked us this question.

I put one palm to my neck and pretended to be dead so they would leave me alone.

Susan said, "dead."

I showed Susan my approval by giving her the middle finger.

Bruce Scott speaking to you on the other end of the phone."

"Thereafter, make payments in installments."

I struggled through the job. I went to the parking garage around lunchtime and it was underground. I crept up on the Bentley once I saw that the driver was not currently inside.

Even when there is no sunshine, the paint body still gives off a bright sheen, which is a sign of a very high-quality finish and commands a very high price.

I am curious as to the locations of the markings that Doris has painted. It was discovered that Doris had painted a large flower on the door, although I have to admit that it turned out very well.

But Doris is quite skilled when it comes to choosing automobiles. She went with the automobile that belonged to her father.

As I crouched down to take a closer look, I suddenly sensed that there was something off about the atmosphere.

Donna Davis's Pov

As I slowly turned around, my heart began to beat more quickly. Even though I had a pretty good idea who it was, I still felt like I was about to pass out when I saw the towering dark figure.

Mr. Matthews, the color of my face is changing. My goodness, I must have been acting in a pretty peculiar manner! Well... I have no idea who painted

I have no idea who painted The depth of Sean Matthews' black eyes seemed to consume me completely.

"No, my..."

"Please see me in the afternoo at my office."

After finishing, Sean Matthews joined him in the black Maybach that was waiting for him.

I saw the automobile pull away from the parking lot.

Why should I bother going to his office?

I didn't do anything wrong.

Sean Matthews, don't you think there's a miscommunication here?

I'm so anxious that it's making me want to weep.

I needed to use the restroom, so I went.

After finishing their meal, whomever was in the restroom opened the door and gargled.

The topic of Donna Davis is brought up once again.

I eavesdropped on the door panel, saying me?

"Ask how she managed to work her way up to the secretary position. They look up to her with great awe."

"What is the point of being envious? It was Mr. Matthews himself who was responsible for promoting it. It would seem that Donna Davis was having an affair with Mr.Matthew, but where exactly do you see this? "

" It is common knowledge that Mr. Matthews does not engage in sexual activity with any of the female employees at the firm.

"You are correct. One such gentleman is Mr. Matthews. We still have a chance, despite the passage of time."

"Isn't it..."

After a brief exchange, the two gentleme got up and went.

My heart felt much more at ease after listening to them for a while.

Sean Matthews will not be able to hook up with any of the top group's female staff members if they do this. I genuinely, really, and entirely want to forget everything that took place in the meeting room.

Unhappily, it was already two o'clock.

I was standing outside the office when I decided to knock on the door. After then, I heard a voice that was respectfully low saying, "come in."

As I opened the door, I could see the dark silhouette of a man standing behind the large desk that was situated in front of the enormous French window.

I approached the vehicle with caution, came to a halt not too far away, and told Mr. Matthews, "Mr. Matthews, I spotted graffiti of a kid on the automobile."

"What evidence do you have that a kid was responsible for painting it?"

I was astounded.

Sean scrutinized me with his keen eyes and peered at me.

"I don't think grownups are capable of drawing anything like that," .

Sean Matthews was silent and gazed at me the whole time.

After that, I looked over and saw Sean Matthews heading my way and getting closer and closer.

I felt like I was about to pass out and said, "Mr. Matthews, I... I'll go back first."

After that, I reacted by turning around and running.

Sean Matthews didn't chase. I tried pulling on the door, but it turned out that I was unable to open it nonetheless.

Just what is going on here?

Because of my anxiety, I was on the verge of bursting into tears.

The door is operated by electronic means. If Sean Matthews does not allow me to go, I will not be able to leave.

Turning around, Sean Matthews's body was approaching, one hand was in my ear, locked me between him and the door and I couldn't move.

"Did I tell you that if you seduce me once more, I'll make you eat your own fruit?"

"What I just stated is correct, Mr. Matthews; I didn't want to mislead you. In the future, I'm going to avoid coming near your automobile." I was shaking with fear. There was no one else in the office but the two of us. I felt that they were in grave danger because of Sean Matthews.

The height difference between Sean Matthews and I is one head. When I turned my head to look at it from below, the towering figure gave the impression that it was getting closer to me.

It seemed as if Sean Matthews was intrigued by the scent, as he moved his face closer to the location from whence the odor was emanating.

What exactly is this guy up to?

"Mr.Matthews!"

"The last time I looked, I discovered it. You smell the milk in the air all around you."

I couldn't think straight, my eyes were watering, and I could smell milk. In addition to sharing my bed with the little children, I would start each day by giving them milk powder that I had personally made.

"I... I like milk."I answered.

Sean Matthews raised his hand to his chin and clamped his big, powerful fingers on the side of my jaw. The scent of milk was mingled in with the air, which caused the blood in his body to get agitated.

My heart suddenly stopped pounding as a result of the frightening gaze that was directed in my direction.

If things continue as they are, I have a bad feeling that Sean Matthews is going to pounce on me and devour me alive!

"Mr. Matthews, if you fuck me, would you marry me?"

I asked confidently. My stomach was in knots, and I gazed at him with eager anticipation.

Dark glances were directed in my direction from Sean Matthews.

"What do you mean?"

"If you marry me, I'll let you touch me. Can yo marry me?" I asked again. After Sean Matthews put his hand on my jaw and gave me a small squeeze, I began to feel uneasy and I grimaced ever so slightly.

The raging fire that had been raging within Sean Matthews's body was stifled, and the dark eyes staring back at her said, "go out."

This time, I opened the door for Sean Matthews in a very smooth manner, and then I closed the door behind him.

My previously stiff nerves began to relax as soon as I heard the door shut.

If it weren't for the fact that I'm skilled at acting and purposefully gave him the impression that I wanted to talk to him about money, I'm very sure Sean Matthews would have sucked my blood and eaten me alive.

Despite the fact that it has been two years, I can still recall Sean Matthews from that night.

However, I have a way out of this one. What about the period after that?

I truly want to get let go from my job!

Unanticipatedly, the chance presented itself quickly.

The next morning, around lunchtime, Bruce Scott arrived to tell me that I did not need to report to the firm as scheduled.

Despite this, I do feel a little bit bad about it. At least I won't have to stick around after lunch!

When I pushed the door open, all of the small guys who were within began to joyfully press their way towards the entrance.

"Mom!"

"Do not stand in such manner at the entrance. Just now, I came dangerously close to tripping over you."

Susan has arrived here. "Everyone misses you and wants to know why you haven't returned yet."

I apologized by touching their small heads and said that their mother had to work extra today. The fact of the matter is that I'm seeking for work.

"Overtime?" The children turned their heads to look at me.

I see. They are unable to comprehend the concept of overtime.

"Working overtime is not a good idea!"

Duke shouted, "Come on," while holding a pistol to his hand.

"Even more heinous than the villains!"

The features of Dora's youthful face were red with rage.

"You can do it!"

Doris put up both of his hands.

"Yes!"

Dylan nodded firmly.

I just can't control my laughter.

When the kids finished eating and were playing, I asked Susan, "Susan, can you sleep here recently?"

"What?"

"I have to put in some extra hours of work for a few days, but just for a few days. Can you assist me?" I asked.

"Yes, it will do just well."

"Thank you. Aunt Susan, I really do not know what my life would be like if you weren't in it."

"OK."

Since Susan has gone, I've been thinking that I need to put in more effort to create comics before I look for employment, but I just don't have much inspiration these days. On the contrary, I feel much more exhausted than before. Now, what about everything else that there is to do in life? I have no reason to be hungry!

Duke came up behind me and got upon my shoulder. "Mom, why don't you join us in a game of hide and seek?"

After taking a glimpse at them, I quickly covered my eyes with my palm and continued looking. "Give me a moment to count to five, and then you should immediately hide."

As soon as I had done, the five little treasures rushed about, hopping awkwardly due to their small legs, and searching for a spot to conceal themselves.

I went out and about throughout the day in search of employment opportunities. After the baby had finally slept off for the night, I greeted Susan before heading out the door. I went to the convenience shop that was just next door and it was open 24 hours.

The night had become late, there were not many other vehicles on the road, and Bentley revved its engine.

Bruce Scott was sitting in his chair as he updated Sean Matthews on the progress the firm had made over the previous month. Sean Matthews was seated close to the window with one hand on his face. His eyes were cast downward so that they seemed to be falling out of the window, and his dark eyes appeared to be darker than the night.

"Stop."

The report was cut off, and the driver pulled over to the side of the road.