Isabel nodded politely to the housekeeper, a little rushed, and squeezed her handbag tightly to enter the door.
Once in the foyer, the smell of burning incense came to me, the air can still see the curls of smoke that spread out, mahogany carved foyer table with a pot of incense burner.
This smell … is so familiar, just can’t remember where I’ve smelled it before, Isabel had a momentary trance.
“Miss Isabel, inside please.” The housekeeper reminded her before she snapped out of it.
Dr. Deandre was not in the living room, so while the housekeeper went to invite someone, Isabel sat on the sofa and observed the furnishings in the room.
The house was very old and was said to have been the former residence of a famous person during the Republican era.
Although she hadn’t been here before, she could see that the house hadn’t been altered much, except for the furniture, which was still the same, a vintage atmosphere.
The mahogany furniture, the huge vertical clock, and the old-fashioned lattice windows led to a lack of light in the room, and even more dim in the afternoon.
His attention was too focused on the room’s furnishings for a moment, and Isabel didn’t notice anyone coming up behind her.
“How’s that? Not bad, huh?” A familiar voice came from behind her.
Isabel’s shoulders flinched and she turned around to see the person and froze, and then her tone of voice rose a few notches.
“How is it you?!”
…
When she woke up from her nap, the spot next to Blanca Roach had lost its heat.
Where had he gone?
Blanca Roach’s hand rubbed twice on the bed, her heart inexplicably anxious, slowly got up and put on a piece of clothing and went out of the bedroom, passing by the study when he heard a sound.
The study door was ajar, and Blanca Roach stopped at the door just in time to see Matthew Grant working inside.
Blanca Roach pushed the door open quietly, and Matthew Grant didn’t notice at all.
He was in a video conference, opposite the Empire Group executives gathered in the conference room, discussing some issue that had not yet been resolved, and Matthew Grant’s face was not happy.
“Fix it as soon as possible, I don’t want any more …”
“Guess who I am?”
The large screen image in the conference room showed President Grant’s eyes blindfolded by a pair of small hands.
The crowd did not dare to breathe a breath, President Grant in the gas, in the end, who is recklessly stepping on the mine, too long life?
Who else could there be, except Blanca Roach?
Curtis Irwin was quick to mute the microphone, he also wanted to turn off the sound of the opposite side, but afraid that President Grant had instructions they could not hear, and could only let the dog food unrestrainedly spread.
“I smell my wife’s perfume.”
Matthew Grant remembered this time, the last time he was in the office, Blanca Roach cried a lot because he did not recognize him, this time he must emphasize the smell of perfume.
Blanca Roach grunted childishly, “Hum, where is the voice?”
Matthew Grant hurriedly pulled away the hand that was covering his eyes and swept the person into his arms, completely disregarding the feelings over the conference room, and began an unlimited supply of dog food.
“Of course I know it’s my wife’s voice.”
“I just dreamed that you hugged Yvonne and then said you didn’t want me.” Blanca Roach said about to cry, aggrieved baba so pitiful.
“Good girl, don’t cry, don’t use her.” Matthew Grant carefully wiped her tears, long enough to see how much President Grant cherished his wife.
The reason why Matthew Grant must replace Yvonne as an ambassador is clear to the ears of people at that end of the conference room.
It turned out that the president’s wife did not like it.
The crowd weighed up Blanca Roach’s weight in Matthew Grant’s heart, and President Grant was too indulgent to his little wife.
The video was cut off when the screen suddenly went black.