"What's going on? Didn't I tell you to be careful? The wound is open... " Kevin muttered as he raised his
head, "What the hell did you do last night? …… Can't you just put up with it? "
Early in the morning, he saw the ultimate public display of affection. Kevin's resentment was about to
break out of the sky.
He knew everything. Why did she have to be so crazy?
Did his master have a special hobby?
Cassandra held her sore waist with one hand and glared at Kevin, "I asked you to deal with the wound
again. Don't talk so much nonsense. Believe it or not, I'll cut your tongue!"
Kevin was speechless.
Damn it! What did the two of them do last night? Why did his sister-in-law seem to be completely
different in the early morning!
On the other hand, it was rare that Martin didn't lose his temper today. He sat quietly aside as a
sculpture, but his eyes were covered with a layer of coldness.
'What does the master look like?'
Of course, what Kevin didn't know was that Martin had been regretting since last night. After all, the
wound in Cassandra's hand did open...
He was too impulsive last night. After enduring for so many years, he thought he had good self-control,
and in fact, it was true. But he forgot that Cassandra was not within his control.
After all, he was not strong willed enough.
Kevin skillfully dealt with the wound, changed the medicine and cleared his throat, "Well, I'll say it
again. Sister-in-law's wound is very serious. Don't do strenuous exercise... Damn it! What are you
doing, Cassandra? "
Cassandra picked up the teacup on the table and threw it at him. 'Is he blind? Why does he keep
mentioning it? Fucking strenuous exercise. Believe it or not, I'll kill you now!'
With a look of a survivor of a disaster, Kevin managed to avoid the teacup thrown over. He hid behind
Carlos, grabbed the clothes behind Carlos with both hands, revealing half of his head. He added, "If the
wound reopens again, don't blame me if it leaves a scar!"
This time, Cassandra picked up the expensive tea plate on the table. Kevin sprang up and ran away as
if he was running for his life.
Inexplicably, Carlos failed to dodge. The teacup wiped his arm and flew out, finally smashed into
pieces.
Carlos rubbed his bruised arm and said, "Cassandra, this tea set... It's very expensive... "
Two veins stood out on Cassandra's forehead, "Get out!"
Carlos left in a hurry. Cassandra rubbed between her eyebrows speechlessly. Did these two bastards
come to make trouble for her on purpose?
"I'm sorry." said Martin.
Frowning, Cassandra looked up at Martin and blurted out, "It's none of your business."
What happened last night...
Damn it! Forget it!
No one knew what she had experienced last night!
After a few seconds of silence, Martin, who was expressionless in front of anything, blushed on his
chiseled face. "It's my fault for not being careful enough to hurt your hand."
Cassandra ground her teeth, "Can you stop talking about what happened last night?"
Cassandra, who had sworn to be masculine, actually... 'Damn it! How can I go out and see others in the
future?'
Martin pursed his lips and said, "Okay."
Cassandra took a deep breath, as if she was ready to risk everything, "I don't believe I can't defeat you.
It seems that I have to consolidate the principle of wife!"
"Yes." replied Martin.
Cassandra twitched her mouth and scratched her head irritably, "By the way, why don't you go to work
today?"
Martin, "I'm worried about your hand. I won't go to the company today."
Cassandra was touched by his words, but she couldn't indulge his idea. If he didn't go to work because
of her injury, it was not good for the company.
Cassandra gave him a ferocious stare, "No, I'll go with you."
Martin was stunned and worried that her hand might be injured. If it was touched by someone in and
out, he might go berserk.
Of course, it never occurred to him that Cassandra would go to the company to vent her angry.
The whole day, all the male colleagues in the company were abused.
"Carlos, what's going on? He let out a scream of the rat! !"
"Is Samuel crazy? Ask Martin to control him! "
"Can Martin control him? I'm so worried that I'm going to jump off the building! "
"Samuel wasn't like this before! Give back my gentle Samuel! "
"Ten thousand letter written in blood, please take him away, Martin! A good man is always safe! "
"Remember to burn a piece of paper at my grave today next year. Thank you..."
Looking at the message quickly skipped over the screen of his mobile phone, Carlos glanced at the
CEO's office with trepidation. Cassandra was sitting elegantly and looking at the official documents in
her hands.
By the way, did his master and sister-in-law have an inappropriate couple's life last night?
Why did he feel so resentful?
Carlos pinched the phone silently. At this time, his life was the most important.
In the GR Group.
In the CEO office.
Roger sat on the chair with a gloomy face. Blue veins stood out on the back of his hand. He stared at
the pile of documents in front of him with a gloomy face to the extreme.
"Mr. Roger, the police are involved in this matter. Although Miss Cassandra is not involved, I'm afraid
that Essie can't be saved. What should we do next? " Vincent glanced at Roger and asked cautiously.
Roger sneered, "What should we do? Now a person is killed. What do you want me to do? Why didn't
you tell me the news until now? "
Vincent's eyes twitched, "Well. Maybe we got the news late... "
Roger swept the documents on the table with one hand, and thin pieces of paper fell in the air. Cold
sweat dripped from Vincent's forehead, but he didn't dare to move.
With a malicious look on his face, Roger flew into a rage, "You got the news too late? Are you all good
for nothing? Don't think that I don't know. Did Susan ask you to suppress the news? "
Lowering his head, Vincent didn't dare to answer. He acquiesced in Roger's question.
Roger banged the table with blue veins on his forehead, "Well, well done! Do you really think I'm a
decoration? Get out! "
Vincent opened his mouth but didn't dare to say one more word. He left Roger's office in dejection.
Sitting on the chair, Roger's ferocious face seemed to be covered with a layer of invisible frost. In the
past, Susan had targeted Cassandra, and she played many tricks. In the past, he could turn a blind eye
to it and even help Susan.
But now, Susan had gone too far. This time, she almost killed Cassandra.
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