He had expected this reaction from her. Paul Johnson put one hand on the roof of the car, leaned to the left to relieve the weight on his disabled right leg, and smiled slightly wolfishly: “With the Miller Family going bankrupt the other day and Matthew Miller dying, Marisa is no threat to you now. We joint to find her out, only good for you, is not it?”
From the analysis of the current situation, it is indeed true, but why did he …
Emma Rosy was about to ask, when she remembered that he had just called Marisa Darcy”Marisa”, and she thought that there had been an unspoken affair between They of them.
After a moment of consideration, Emma Rosy nodded yes.
Paul Johnson seemed relieved and finally stopped holding back: “Alex Brown knows where Marisa is, you can go to him.”
This matter is related to Alex Brown?
No wonder, Paul Johnson came to her for help first, must have guessed that according to Alex Brown’ character, it is impossible to join hands with him, so he backed off.
But last night she just fell out with Alex Brown, at this time to ask him for help about Marisa Miller, she is afraid. But in any case, still need to try.
Paul Johnson walked around to the car on crutches, moved the bricks slowly, and gave Emma Rosy an apologetic look before raising his hand to signal her to leave.
The man who once killed so many people is now in this situation, although it is self-inflicted, but one can not help but sigh.
After he turned around, Emma Rosy couldn’t help but ask, “After you find Marisa Miller, where do you plan to go from here?”
The back abruptly became stiff, and only after a long time did he slowly speak: “Persuade her to turn herself in, and I will do the same.”
After two meetings in a row, everyone left one after another, and Emma Rosy came out of the conference room last, standing in front of the corridor window, staring at the ants-like pedestrians outside the building.
They opposing forces in her mind were fighting fiercely, not wanting to have any more contact with Alex Brown, but wanting to end the nightmare of Marisa Darcythat had been haunting her for years as soon as possible.
Her fingertips hovered over the dial button, and as she hesitated, someone suddenly approached at the end of the hallway.
“Emma, the secretary said you just finished a meeting, why don’t you take a break in the office?”
At the sound of Charles Taylor’s voice, she hid the phone behind her in a panic, running her fingertips across the screen inadvertently–
“Emma, is that you?”
The question that came over the receiver was muffled by Charles Taylor’s voice.
“I’m passing by Center Street, I got that sushi you like best, go back and try it.”
“Thanks.”
Charles Taylor is always thoughtful, and Emma Rosy continues to have trouble fitting in, “What’s the matter with you coming? The project …”
“No, the project is not important.”
Emma Rosy looked to Charles Taylor in surprise, only to see him pull a ring box out of his suit pocket, his smile as gentle as his tone.
“Eva and Joe are both on the verge of marriage, and as an older brother, I’m really worried about my age. I understand that you have no plans to get married at the moment, but at least give me a name so I can wait in peace, okay?”
Across the phone, Alex Brown’ five fingers closed instantly and his face turned blue. The secretary who came in to bring the coffee was swept by his gloomy gaze, and immediately slinked away with the door.
Luckily, right after that, Emma Rosy’s refusal sounded in the earpiece.
“Thank you for your constant care and concern, but I … I can’t like you, I’m sorry, I only have Alex Brown in my heart, you know, he …”
Disturbed by Charles Taylor’s sudden attack, realizing what she had said, Emma Rosy hurriedly silenced, and panicked, trying to explain: “I will certainly not bother him again, but also can not be with you, after … later I keep Two daughters, this life will not consider love or marriage, you are so good, do not waste time in my place.”
No matter what he did, he could not get her heart, not even willing to pity him a little.
Charles Taylor’s lips curled up in self-deprecation, and his right hand slowly dropped as he held up the ring box.
After a few inaudible sighs, finally said: “I have made a deal with the Brown Family elders, the future will join forces to fight Alex Brown, you better think carefully, when he becomes a useless invalid, how much of your love will remain.”
Emma Rosy pursed her lips and accused, “Why would you do such a thing? What good will it do you to harm him? Come to your senses, you’re only hurting yourself by being mean!”
“If I hurt him, what are you going to do?”
Charles Taylor suddenly came closer and cupped Emma Rosy’s jaw, his eyes as sharp as ice, his lips taut in a straight line, and he was as fierce as ever.
There was a scuffle on the other side, a noisy clothesline over the receiver, followed by a loud thud as the phone felt like it had been slammed to the floor.
Alex Brown rose to his feet and ran wildly around his desk toward the door, as if the last words he heard were still ringing in his ears.
“I’m going to hate you.” Emma Rosy said.
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Worry consumed Alex Brown’ thoughts, and the break-in into the Wright Group went off without a hitch, without arousing his suspicions in the least.
It wasn’t until he stood outside the project manager’s office and saw Emma Rosy and Charles Taylor sitting on the couch talking business, calmly, through the glass door.
After noticing someone outside, Emma Rosy hesitated for a moment and raised her eyes to meet his.
One look contains a sense of clarity and deeper doubt, the other is just silent, even empty.
Finally it was Charles Taylor who opened the door and invited him in.
“The phone call just now …” he said, his eyes following Emma Rosy without taking his eyes off for a moment.
Emma Rosy replied without expression: “A trap. We acted and deliberately tricked you into coming.”
“I’m already here, so tell me what’s up.” Alex Brown spread his hands, pretending to be indifferent attitude.