"You're married?" Hogan narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
Cassandra rubbed between her eyebrows and made up an excuse, "No, it's not like that. It's just a
good friend. He also likes to listen to storytelling. If you don't mind, can I take him with me?"
Martin was easy to be jealous.
If she dared to meet Hogan alone, Martin might kill Hogan and lock her up.
Hogan's cold fingers froze slightly, and his face suddenly turned gloomy. He asked in a hoarse voice,
"Mr. Samuel, are you talking about the rich gentleman of the Lu Group?"
The fact that Samuel was Cassandra had been made public. Cassandra had appeared together with
Martin as Samuel before, so there would naturally be people guessing the relationship between Martin
and Cassandra.
Hogan was no exception.
Or to some extent, there was a subtle connection between Cassandra and Hogan, but Cassandra
hadn't noticed it.
Embarrassed, Cassandra smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Hogan, you are so well-informed that you can even
guess this... If you think it's not convenient, forget it. "
'Can you stop asking me? I'm so desperate!'
On the other end of the phone, Hogan's eyes were empty for a moment, and then he said in a deep
voice, "It's convenient. See you in the Grand Theatre tonight."
After saying that, Hogan hung up the phone. With a murderous look in his slightly narrowed eyes, he
picked up a black phone on the table and dialed a number.
In the Ring Entertainment Industry.
Sitting on the sofa with her long arms casually wrapped around the back of the chair, Cassandra looked
lazy. She dialed Martin's number.
At the other end of the phone, Martin was accessing to information. When his phone rang, he
immediately answered it.
Cassandra smiled and said, "My sweetheart, Mr. Hogan just called me to listen to the storytelling. I can
take my family members with me. Don't you like Mr. Du's storytelling very much? I'll take you to have
fun tonight. Well, no, I'll take you to listen to the storytelling. "
Hearing this, Martin's face suddenly darkened and his slender fingers tightened. "Hogan?"
Cassandra immediately said, "Yes, the boss of the TL Investment Company. It's strange. Mr. Hogan
also likes to listen to storytelling. If you have time, can you go with me?"
Well, the desire to live could be said to be very strong...
"Okay, I'll pick you up tonight," said Martin, hiding the strange look in his eyes.
Cassandra immediately put on a silly face and smiled, "No, thanks. I'll pick you up after I finish my
work. By the way, what are you doing? Are you busy? Have you had dinner on time?"
'Women who didn't pick up their men were all scums!'
Martin took a look at the documents in front of him. These documents were temporarily found by
Carlos. On the other side of the sofa, Carlos' body was buried in a pile of documents, with a helpless
expression.
Martin lowered his eyes and said in a helpless tone, "I'm sorting out the documents and have eaten on
time."
Cassandra supported her head with the back of one hand, "Well, if there's nothing else, I'll go to work
first. See you later."
"Okay," replied Martin.
After hanging up the phone, Martin breathed a sigh of relief. He put down his phone and rubbed his
swollen temples. This morning, because of the matter of Fiona, Cassandra ordered him to write a self-
criticism. The president of the Lu Group planned to write a self-criticism letter that would make people
cry. However, after searching for half a day, he still had no clue.
Carlos struggled to get up from a pile of documents and stared at Martin. "Master, how about... Let's
change our mind... How about we give her a gift? "
As soon as he arrived at the company in the morning, he had asked someone to find almost all the
books and materials related to love letters. However, asking a single man who had never been in love
to read love letters was killing him!
Martin frowned and said, "I'll both write the love letter and send her a gift."
On the other hand, since they got married, it seemed that Cassandra had always been the one who
took the initiative to give him gifts.
Martin, an insensitive man, finally found a little experience of managing love, so he wrote a line of
words on his notebook and asked Carlos to do as he was told.
Carlos' hand was shaking like a lamb. He pushed away the book on his body, stood up from the sofa
and walked over. When he saw the words on Martin's notebook, he almost spat out a mouthful of
blood.
Carlos covered his chest, "Master, are you serious? Give her a banner? "
'Male chauvinist is really hopeless!
Others always send flowers, diamonds and luxury cars as gifts? Your gift is really unique!'
Martin looked up and asked, "Is there a problem?"
Carlos immediately shook his head like a rattle drum, "No! I'll arrange it right away! "
After saying that, Carlos ran away as fast as a gust of wind. 'But then again, are all the people in love
stupid?'
As soon as Cassandra finished her work, she went to the Lu Group to pick up Martin.
As soon as her car arrived at the gate of the Lu Group, she saw Martin and Carlos coming out. Carlos
held a long purple black wooden box in his hands, with a sullen expression on his face.
Cassandra touched her chin and wondered what was in the box.
Before Cassandra opened her mouth, Carlos had already come to open the door of the passenger
seat. After Martin got in the car, Carlos handed the long wooden box to Martin.
Cassandra asked casually, "Sweetheart, what are you holding?"
Carlos looked at Cassandra sympathetically and closed the door silently. Although he also wanted to
see the expression on Cassandra's face when she received the banner, he didn't want to die.
Martin handed the long wooden box to her and said, "It's for you."
Hearing this, Cassandra was stunned, and then her pupils contracted. What did she hear? A male
chauvinist like Martin even knew to give her a gift!
She was so happy.
Cassandra couldn't wait to open the long wooden box. The next second, her calmness was shattered
into pieces. She stared at the "gift" in the box in a daze for a long time before she came to her senses.
Cassandra swallowed and took out the banner from the box. The moment the banner was unfolded,
she felt as if she had been hit by ten thousand punches.
'Shit! You never know what a strange gift a male chauvinist would give.
A banner?
Why don't you send me a big red flower?'
Cassandra clear her throat and stammered, "Well. Honey, it's... It's too expensive. "
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