In the end, Yanis’ great mother, Lady Breeze, naturally did not agree to lend her clothes to her. In desperation, Yanis could only wear the children’s clothes from before, and then went back to get her luggage.
As she walked in the door, she was surprised to see the house, and the smell made her almost unbearable.
Fuck…
Her recent experience was really bad, so after Yanis blamed herself for making Alice’s house that messy, she hurriedly cleaned the house and gasped in exhaustion. After taking a break, Yanis packed up her things.
Although this house was bought in the name of two people, but, after all, it was not hers.
She had a small apartment in this city, which her father bought for her earlier, he said it was for her dowry. Later, after the two did not get along, Yanis never returned to that small apartment.
But now he had no plans to return to the small apartment. He planned to go back home and live with his mother for a while, and it was close to the hospital, so it would be convenient for him to go back and forth from one side of the hospital to the other, and he could have mutual help with his mother.
Yanis packed everything, and left with the suitcase.
He still had the key to the door in his hand. Yanis looked at the key for a long time. He should have given it back to Alice, but right now he didn’t want to see anyone.
So, after thinking about it, Yanis put the key away first and then left with the suitcase.
And on the other side.
Alice almost finished settling the company’s affairs, and the Moore Group’s affairs also came to an end. It just happened to be a weekend, and the two of them went together to the old Moore family home.
Nathan, who received this news, could be said to have been very happy.
Because he had not yet finished the work that Kennedy had assigned him. On this short day, he was suffering the worst weather. Because he did not know how to write things well, so Nathan hired a writer to help him write.
The writer was great and could write anything she wanted.
But Nathan did not know how to tell her about Kennedy and Alice.
It was not difficult to remember them in his mind, but it would be very complicated when he had to tell others. In the end, as time went by and the deadline was approaching, he became very nervous.
The writer looked at him like this and tried to comfort him.
-Don’t be nervous, consider yourself as an outsider, just tell me the important events you know, then, I will connect them, and then show him if it is correct.
An outsider?
Would you consider yourself an outsider?
Nathan coughed slightly, why had he not thought of this before? After that Nathan seemed to have found inspiration and told the writer what he knew and what happened before one by one.
The writer listened attentively and could not help mocking at the end.
-I mean, how did you put up with a man like that? I really want to kill him now.
Nathan, -Don’t have these kinds of thoughts. Write it carefully when you start later. Don’t defame this character. If the information does not satisfy me, I will not give you money.
The writer, -Don’t tell me, I write it carefully, shall I embellish it for you?
-You don’t need to embellish it, you can write it as I told you, and I need it to be the truth.
After all, this was what Kennedy wanted to see, and it wasn’t for his mistress. Why embellish it?
The writer nodded indiscriminately. It was not easy to be a writer in these years, and the price Nathan would pay was really attractive. After writing this time, she could live well for a long time.
After that, the two of them did nothing else all day, and they were doing this. When it was evening, the writer went home, and Nathan stayed to look at the information written by her, and he was hardly scared to death.
Because he discovered that she had written Kennedy’s picture on a particularly gummy picture.
Damn it!
Suddenly Nathan was not feeling well, so he called the writer directly.
After an exhausting day, she was planning to go to bed, but when she received Nathan’s call, she immediately became nervous, -Mr. Nathan? Is there anything else to do at this late hour?
-No, I just want to ask what you want to do. Why did you write this?
The writer was left with many questions
-Why didn’t I let you just list the events clearly? Why did you add so many plots?
The writer said, -I didn’t add. Wasn’t it you who casually told me about these? I found them very interesting, that’s why I wrote them.
After speaking, the writer couldn’t help but praise him, -At first, I only heard you talk about the incident. I thought this man was an evil person. Later, after listening to you talk about other matters, I suddenly felt that his heart was very gentle and that he was cold on the outside, but warm on the inside, so….
-So you changed it like that? -Are you really not afraid of death or don’t you want money anymore?
-I want money and I also want to live.
-So what the hell did you write?
Nathan looked down and saw what she had written. For example, there was a bohemian smile at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were as hot as fire, and her big hands….
Nathan could stand it no longer, he almost broke his teeth.
-Don’t take this as a novel, this is the information I want to give to my superiors, you….
-Mr. Nathan, don’t get angry. You’re not your boss. How do you know your boss won’t like my creation? As a writer, I think writing this way is more vivid, which allows your boss to quickly get into the emotion, better yet, get into that world. I don’t think there’s anything wrong.
Nathan found that she was deadly stubborn, so he could only close his eyes and grit his teeth and asked, “Can you edit?
-I’m not going to modify! -The writer insisted, “This is my principle. I will not modify it just because of your few words. You will lose the artistic conception.
Nathan, -Where is your house?
-The third floor of Comunidad Sol…
When he had said half of what he wanted to say, she suddenly thought of something and asked vigilantly, “What are you going to do?
-What are you going to do?
-Find you and kill you.
-Don’t be impulsive. It’s illegal to kill someone and you could end up in jail. If I die, you’ll be punished.
-Nathan scoffed disdainfully, “You’re right, killing someone is actually illegal, but if I hand over this information tomorrow, it’s going to kill me if it does. I’d better find someone to go with me.
The writer shuddered in surprise.
Fuck, what kind of madman did she provoke?
Finally,
-Are you going to modify it or not?
-I’m modifying it!
Nathan scoffed coldly, -It would have been better if I had conceded earlier.
-But it’s very late today, I’m going to bed, can I go and make the modifications tomorrow morning?
-All right, if you can’t modify well, I’ll kill you.
The writer wanted to cry.