"What are you doing? Is everything done?"
With astern cry, Joan came over.
The staff who were gossiping immediately dispersed.
Joan came to the dressing room, knocked on the door, and called, "Melody, I'm in?"
There was no sound inside.
Joan paused for two seconds, opened the door and went in.
As soon as she entered, she saw bottles and jars lying on the ground, like a garbage bin had been
rolled over with all kinds of garbage scattered around.
She closed the door, locked it, walked over, and stopped beside Melody.
Melody lowered her head, her long hair hanging down, blocking her face and her anger.
Seeing that she was propping herself up on the dresser and her knuckles went white, Joan said, "Why
don't you take some time from work and have a good rest?"
Ever since the little assistant incident, her mood had been extremely unstable, and these days she had
been even more sensitive and angry whenever something went wrong.
It was not good for her image as a public figure.
Melody looked up at her with bloodshot eyes.
"Now am I going to abandon my job just because of Everett?"
When did she become so humble? Joan looked at her and frowned.
It turned out there had been a fight between her and Everett.
It was just that in the past, she would not have been so angry.
Was it because it was really serious, or was it because she was just in a bad mood? Joan walked over,
hugged her, and patted her on the back.
She didn't say anything.
Melody closed her eyes and rested her forehead on Joan's shoulder.
The anger in her heart gradually subsided.
Half an hour later, Melody sat on the sofa, propped up her forehead, closed her eyes, and said, "You
help me find a private investigator, the best one, no matter how much it costs."
"Okay."
"Who are you investigating?"
Melody opened her eyes and a cold light shot out of them.
"Olivia."
Joan looked at her and nodded.
"I'll make the arrangements.You take a break.I'll let them stop for the rest of the work."
"Okay” Joan turned around and went out.
Melody closed her eyes again.
When Joan walked to the door, she said, "Buy me a new phone."
"Okay" The door closed.
Melody clenched her hands on her knees.
"Henry, I know you sent that email."
"You want me to find you-"
"Oh, you think I, Melody, am a fool?"
"Would I make the same mistake?"
"In your dreams!"
Olivia stayed in the hotel all day, ordering takeout for meals.
The next day, too.
But the next morning, when she was drinking milk and sorting out her notes, her phone rang.
Olivia took her cell phone and looked at the Caller ID.
Seeing the caller's name, she paused for a second and answered.
"Mr.Smith.’ She had been so busy these two days that she had forgotten about Preston's arrival.
She suddenly remembered that he might have arrived when she saw Preston calling.
"I got off the plane.Which hotel are you at?"
"Grand Hotel.”
"Okay, I'll come over now and call you when I arrive."
"Okay"
Hanging up the phone, Olivia looked at the time and estimated that Preston would arrive in an hour.
She continued to work.
About an hour later, Preston called.
"I'm at the hotel.I haven't had breakfast yet.Come to the lobby in half an hour.We'll talk while we eat."
"Okay, Mr.Smith."
He really did not waste even a little time.
Especially him, as the Boss.
He had more things to do than she did.
Olivia looked at the time.
Twenty minutes later, she went downstairs to the lobby and waited for Preston in the lounge.
Soon Preston came down.
He saw her immediately and walked over, "Where can I get breakfast in this place?"
This question caught Olivia off guard.
She had been in Q City for so long but she had never learned anything about the food here yet.
Olivia paused and said, "Let me ask my master’ She took out her phone and was about to call Donald.
Preston smiled.
"Forget it.Let's go out and find a place to eat."
From the way she looked, he knew that she would find a random restaurant for him to dine in.
However, Olivia said, "Mr.Smith, I don't know any places outside that you could have breakfast in."
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