I suddenly came to the consortium, and I can’t open the present without a ribbon.
Paige threw the book in her hand at him speechlessly, ‘Enrico Gustin!’
Enrico raised his hand and caught it easily, then threw it back. Seeing that she was really annoyed between her brows, he asked, ‘What did you say?’
‘You didn’t hear it? You didn’t hear a word?’ Paige looked at him in disbelief.
‘I heard it,’ said Enrico, calmly drinking his water.
‘Then from which sentence did you stop listening?’ Paige asked, following up.
‘You said that the air conditioning in this room was set too low, and that only this blanket had seen the sun, so it was still comfortable,’ said Enrico, deadpan.
‘…”
So that’s why he couldn’t hear it once she sat down?
She had been talking for so long that she had been talking to the air.
Paige gave him a fierce look and got up from the blanket. Seeing this, Enrico set his glass aside, stood up, took off his shoes, stepped on the blanket with his bare feet, and pulled her back down to sit.
‘I’m not staying on this blanket,’ Paige refused.
‘Don’t you want to ask for my advice again?’ Enrico looked at her with a low and beautiful voice, ‘about what you just said.’
‘You weren’t listening, were you?’
She looks at him.
‘So you’ll tell me again now.’
Enrico pulls her down and makes her sit in front of him.
‘…”
She doesn’t want to talk anymore.
Enrico raises an eyebrow at her uncooperative attitude, but doesn’t mind. He calmly takes out his phone and says, ‘This hot search has been on the list for two days. We need to change it. How about this one? What if Mrs. Gustin sulks?’
‘…’
Paige looked at him hopelessly.
‘Don’t like it? Then I’ll change the trending topic every day, to romantic words, so that by the time of the wedding you’ll get a bunch of romantic words,’ Enrico proposed again.
‘…”
That would be shameless.
Paige helplessly pressed the phone in his hand, “I’m saying, it’s about Auntie Brangelina.”
Leave some space for the public.
Hearing this, Enrico stopped pressing the phone and let go, his eyes staring deeply at her, ‘Well, go on.’
After a few words, Enrico lay down on the blanket, and Paige sat in front of him, with her feet on his insteps and her hands on his bent knees, helping him do sit-ups.
He did the exercise while she talked about Brangelina.
‘That’s it, I hope this can be investigated slowly,’ Paige said.
This kind of exercise is not difficult for Enrico, and Paige only cooperates symbolically. After holding him for a while, she lets go of his hands, elbows resting on her knees, and looks up at him with one hand supporting her face.
As the sun falls into the room, Enrico gets up, his handsome face right in front of her, his breath brushing against her eyes.
She lifts her eyes to meet his deep, dark eyes. He stares at her, his voice magnetic, ‘Not necessarily.’
‘What’s not sure?’ Paige was puzzled.
Enrico leaned back and pushed his toes against the soles of her feet, “Press harder, or you’ll be sitting on my feet.”
‘I can do it without pressing on you.”
When did he become so fussy?
Paige pushed his legs and asked again, “What do you mean not sure?”
Enrico lay there and pushed his toes against her tender soles again.
It’s annoying.
Paige turned around, sat on his foot with her back to him, and leaned against his leg, ‘Okay.’
‘Turn around, face me,’ Enrico continued to give orders.
‘…’
Paige didn’t move.
‘You’ll regret it if you don’t listen to me,’ Enrico accurately grasped her lifeline.
‘…’
It better be really important.
Paige was forced to turn around and sit facing him. The distance was too close, and she had to rest her hands on his knees.
Enrico lifted his hand and pulled, and she became hugging his bent legs.
Enrico moved his legs, and a warm feeling passed over his knees. He raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, ‘This is more like it.’
Paige was helpless. ‘If everyone practiced like this, the Public Law Commission would have endless cases to hear.’
This is not called training, it’s called harassment.
Enrico turned a deaf ear to this and sat up again with a jerk, his eyes fixed on the face in front of him. He said in a low voice, ‘The intelligence organization of the Lautners family may be able to dig up some old data, and the case may not necessarily progress slowly at that time.’
It turns out that he wasn’t necessarily referring to this.
Paige frowned as she watched him slump back down. She said, ‘It shouldn’t be that easy. Although the Lautners family gathered intelligence from all over, the murder of the Folsom family involved too many clans and chaebols. It would be detrimental to the Lautners family to keep this information on file.’
So it makes sense that they wouldn’t keep it. Or, the Lautners family didn’t record this incident at all back then.
‘The more dangerous the intelligence, the more important it is to obtain it, so that you have the bottom card in your hand, otherwise the intelligence will be meaningless.”
Enrico sat up again and stared at her, ‘Do you think the people in the Lautners family want to rebel again? Why Kevin? Intelligence organisations are a piece of fat meat. Any exclusive intelligence, if used well, can be exchanged for unlimited benefits.’
Paige sat on his lap and lowered her eyes. ‘That’s true. Kevin is the only one who sees the intelligence organisation as a guarantee for the Lautners family, rather than using it for improper gains.’
‘Do I allow you to praise him at this time?’
Enrico sat in front of her, his tone cool and his eyes sinister.
‘…’
Where did this go again.
Paige pursed her lips and forcibly brought the conversation back to the topic at hand, ‘So, you think that among all that old, discarded information, there might actually be something on the Folsom family?’
‘Mm,’ Enrico nodded, and once again, he lay back down.
Paige’s brow furrowed even more tightly. No, she could investigate the Folsom family tragedy, but she couldn’t do it so quickly, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to keep Brangelina.
Thinking this, she quickly freed her hand to get her phone and call Nick.
She had given Nick control of the intelligence on the Lautners family, and Nick was now calm and suitable for the role of manager.
‘Paige?’ Nick’s voice came over the phone.
‘Where are you?’ Paige asked.
‘You told me to deliver the information that the Lautners wanted to destroy to Miss Brangelina, and I’m on my way there now, almost there,’ Nick said. It was also timely for Paige to say it, otherwise all this information would have been destroyed.
Enrico stood up abruptly, his eyes sweeping over the corner of her lips, and his thin lips kissed her.
‘Almost there?”
Paige was startled and quickly stood up, ‘Don’t deliver it yet, bring all the information here to me.’
As she pulled away, Enrico almost fell back. With his excellent physical fitness, he barely managed to support himself with his hands. He sat on the blanket, leaning back, staring at her with a dark expression in his eyes.
The next second, he raised his hand and pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head and blocked her lips, grinding down fiercely.
‘Uhh…’ Paige was completely unprepared.
‘No more? Why?’ Nick was extremely puzzled on the other end of the phone, “So where should I deliver you now? Paige? Paige? Are you still there?”