He asked, “Why are you always so defensive of anyone?”
“I’m not a little girl starting out in society, it’s normal to be defensive.”
She answered carelessly, but could make Harlee feel her helplessness.
“OK, just be on guard, in a few days you’ll understand yourself.”
He reached out, pinched her fair and tender cheeks, “Adriana, you wait for me, I will make you cry miserably when I have the chance.”
“Ouch!”
Adriana slapped his hand away.
The man got up, grunted coldly and walked away.
Dropped that phrase that puzzled her.
Not long after, the meeting room adjourned and Vivian and Jenkins came over. Adriana did a little handover and gave all the shares to Jenkins and Vivian.
The damage that should be compensated has been compensated with the company’s funds.
The rest were small companies and private cases, and the company laid off quite a few people that day and downsized by a third.
In the evening, several people dined together, drank some wine and went home after they had their fun.
This night, Adriana went to sleep early with the strength of alcohol.
Some people are happy and some are sad.
Peter spent the night buying and drinking.
So the next day Adriana woke up, cleaned up and got ready to go to work, and suddenly realized she was now a jobless person, without a job.
Looking at the early hour, she felt a little bored and wanted to go to Orchard House to see Luis and Helen, but never had the courage to face it.
Jingle Bell-
The phone rang.
Adriana looked at her phone, it was an unfamiliar number and she refused to answer it.
After a while, the phone rang again, she thought it was the media on the law firm leaked the bid still want to do an interview, hesitant to answer.
But the ghost answered the phone anyway.
“Excuse me, are you Ms. Hale?”
“Yes.”
“This is Diamondland Bar, Mr. Peter is drunk, come and take a look.”
“What?”
Adriana was a little speechless, looking at the time it was after eight in the morning, what’s drunk at this hour?”
“Mr. Alston has been drinking all night and is now drunk and unconscious.”
“Okay, I got it.”
Adriana was speechless, so shehung up the phone, packed her things and went out to Diamondland Bar.
I had to take a taxi because my foot had not yet healed.
When she arrived at the bar, she was led by the waiter to the room where Peter was, but when she walked over, she found Peter drunk, but with a shirtless Theresa in his arms, also with his eyes closed and his cheeks flushed, leaning against her chest.
Her hands were wrapped around his fine waist and abdomen, while his hands were over her full, white bosom in an indecent gesture that made … people sick.
“When did they get here?”
She asked with a last glimmer of hope.
“It came over last night.” The waitress said with a twinkle in her eye.
But Adriana stared straight at the two people lying on the box sofa, her eyebrows wrinkled and wrinkled, and finally pulled out a business card from her bag, “This is the number of Mr. Alston’s assistant, you can contact him yourself.”
With those words, she turned around and left.
“Ms. Hale, Ms. Hale?”
No matter how much the waiter shouted, Adriana didn’t turn her head back.
The waiter chased her to the door of the bar, and only after seeing Adriana get into a cab and leave did she turn around and walk back.
When they returned to the box, the waiter walked up to the two and called out softly, “Miss Lindsay, she’s gone.”
Theresa slowly opened his eyes, his gaze swept the doorway, and when he saw that there was no one there, he revealed a smile that belonged to the victorious superior.
Got up, tidied up the large and wonderful piece of clothing that was messy and slightly leaking in front of his body, pulled out a pile of money from his bag and handed it to the waiter, “Well done, what to do next, you should know very well.”
“Miss Lindsay is at ease, though.”
“That’s good.”
Theresa looked sideways at the drunken Peter, no, I should say unconscious Peter, her long white jade fingers gently brushed his cheek and murmured, “Peter, you belong only to me Theresa, and only to me.”
Then, twisting her slender waist, she left.
After Theresa left, the waiter made a phone call to Hank.
After Hank arrived, the waiter immediately said, “Mr. Alston drank with some friends yesterday, and then after they left, he drank here alone until dawn, and fell asleep, and still hasn’t woken up.”
“Got it.”
Hank doubled his headache, took his cell phone and called Adriana, “Young lady, the young master is drunk at the bar, I’m busy with work now and don’t have time to go over, can you go over and take a look?”
He wanted to take this opportunity to set up Peter and Adriana.
However, the other side just coldly returned: “He a man, how can I get back? Really can’t wake up, I’ll help you call 120. beep beep beep …”
The sound of hanging up came from the other side of the phone.
The corners of Hank’s mouth twitched wildly, only to feel Adriana’s fire and wonder what was wrong.
He had to carry his own boss out of the bar and leave.
At this time, Adriana walked alone in the streets, looking at the prosperous Waverly, traffic, people coming and going, being in the most prosperous area of the city, but can feel the loneliness and despair that no one can feel.
Seemingly prosperous, but out of place with her.
Where does she go from here?
Jingle Bell-
Adriana’s cell phone rang at the right time.
She reached for her phone and looked at the caller ID; it was Alvin’s call.
“Hokage?”
Only this phone number can make Adriana feel a trace of relaxation and openness, at least, not to make her feel any psychological burden.
“Adri, where are you?”
“I … am on the street.” That was all she could answer as she glanced around.
“Is it convenient to meet?”
“Hmm.”
“What’s App share location, I’ll pick you up.”
“Good.”
Adriana was already in pain in the palm of her foot, these days non-stop running, the wound tears badly, the injury than before, no signs of healing, but more serious.
Adriana, who was too sore to walk, sat down on a bench by the side of the road and waited quietly for Alvin to drive by.
Ten minutes later, a Land Rover pulled up in front of her.
Alvin stepped out of the car, “Why are you here alone?”
He walked to Adriana’s front, standing still to take a look, only to find that only a few days have not seen, she actually haggard a lot. That a white delicate as porcelain doll smile face with a sickly pale, no longer the previous moist.
“Go, get in the car.”
He reached for Adriana, “You’re not healed from your foot injury, be careful.”
“It’s okay.”
Adriana could only let go of all her defenses in front of Alvin and breathed a sigh of relief, “Not so pretentious.”
“You’re strong.”
“Is that so? Pretending to be strong.”
The two men looked at each other and smiled.