She Killed My Ex

Chapter 28 Mr. Sawyer

Chapter 28 Mr. Sawyer

Caroline was recuperating in the hospital and she was not at ease.

"Why are you back?" Marissa didn't expect that tonight, she would see Caroline in Royal Club, "You're still sick."

"Marissa, it's okay. I've had enough rest." What she minded were the debts she owed, "Marissa, I'm really well. Can I ask you to help me see if there is a job I can take? I can do anything."

"You..." Marissa looked at Caroline who was humble but stubborn in front of her, and could no longer say the words in the throat.

With a sigh, Marissa said, "I'll go check it out."

"Marissa." Caroline called out abruptly when Marissa was about to go out, "Marissa, thank you." After saying this, she buried her head quickly.

Marissa doubted if her eyes deceived herself.

Did Caroline blush?

But why did she blush? Marissa thought she did not help Caroline anything, and she just lifted a finger.

In the end, how humble was her, and how frightened and helpless she felt in the bottom of her heart would she say "thank you" and blush with embarrassment and uneasiness because of this little favor?

Mr. Shawn, what the hell did you do to this silly woman!

"Um." Marissa slurred. She did not dare to continue to face this silly woman. This silly woman's humbleness seemed existed in her the blood and was flowing out. The humbler Caroline was, the more Marissa was afraid to look at her.

Caroline was a good woman and a living woman!

Not long after, Marissa returned, "Come with me."

"Hmm."

Caroline never asked a single question as always.

Marissa was even more unpleasant in her heart. But when Caroline's words rang in her ears, "Marissa, I'm cheap." Marissa took a silent sigh and got into the elevator with Caroline. On the way, she explained the situation to Caroline.

"Later, you do not need to be afraid. Mr. Sawyer has always kept a low profile and been mysterious. You know the Sawyer Group, right? The one you'll see today is the boss of the Sawyer Group.

But you don't have to worry. This Mr. Sawyer, although keeping mysterious and a low profile, returned home two years ago, and in just two years, he took control of the Sawyer Group. There's a rumor that his sexual orientation, um, is unusual.

Ahem, so you don't have to be afraid. Later not only you in PR department will enter the box. You just stand in the middle of the others and pour wine."

The Sawyer Group. Caroline froze for a moment. Three years ago, she was still the eldest daughter of the Jamesons' mansion. As the second generation of entrepreneurs in Lehcaster, she certainly knew the Sawyer Group.

Her heart feared for a moment, and she was afraid to face the group of young masters and ladies who played and held banquets together back then. Today, what's left for her when facing them?

The good thing was that Marissa said this Mr. Sawyer returned to the country two years ago.

Caroline breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. As for what Marissa said, this Mr. Sawyer's sexual orientation was abnormal, then why he came to Royal Club and ordered PR girls. Caroline had doubts, but she did not ask.

She wouldn't ask what should not be asked.

Standing outside the box, she pushed the door. Then she went in and saw everything in the box. Caroline suddenly understood, the Sawyer Group's boss came to Royal Club to banquet guests.

In the box, seven or eight people were from PR department, including two men.

Marissa watched Caroline go into the box with complication in her eyes. She wanted to help this silly woman, and she could only use this method to help this silly woman.

May this silly woman be free and break from her shackles.

God shouldn't be so cruel, should he?

When Caroline came in, the atmosphere in the box was nice. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

She quietly came in, standing on the side with her head down. She kept a low profile as if she got no attention. She did as Marissa said, just mixed in here and poured wine.

In the dim light, she was trembling. Even though no one could see it, she was trembling from head to foot under her clothes.

With her head buried, she stood in the corner no one cared, and she showed panic in her eyes. How? How could they be here?

She tried to suppress her presence desperately, and she tried to turn herself into air desperately too. She wished that she were air at this moment.

Why were they here?

Caroline subconsciously and quietly got close to the safe place she thought. Here, the safest place was next to Mr. Sawyer.

"You're trembling."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded. The voice was not loud, but in Caroline's ears, it sounded like an explosive thunder.

A layer of thin sweat appeared on her forehead unconsciously. Caroline didn't dare to breathe, "Mr. Sawyer, perhaps the cold air from air conditioning is too cool. I'll pour you wine."

She moved in front of the body of Mr. Sawyer, half squatted down and buried her head without saying a word to pour the wine.

The glass was full, but Mr. Sawyer who was beside her did not raise his glass.

He just looked at the woman at her feet playfully, "There are so many people in this box, how do you know that I am Mr. Sawyer?"

Jane's face was pale. Yes, how did she know that this person was Mr. Sawyer? Unless...

"Do you know the others in this box?" Mr. Sawyer asked in a soft voice, reflecting his sharp eyes under his gold-rimmed glasses.

"I...I guessed." Caroline's breathing was disturbed. She dared not imagine, if this time she did not bluff her way through, and if they recognized her... She dared not imagine what would happen.

"Mr. Sawyer, I'm guessing, really."

Time passed. The eyesight which savored her overhead made Caroline keep on the anxious seat, uncomfortable and tormented.

"What is happening on Mr. Sawyer's side? Why don't you drink?" Even after three years of isolation, Caroline was still familiar with this voice. It was too familiar!

What to do?

What to do!

Once her "benefactor" mentioned her, she couldn't escape.

After three years, in the face of her former playmates and even some former suitor here, now she was awful!

What to do?

Unconsciously, Caroline panicked. She prostrated herself at the feet of a stranger. Her hand unconsciously tugged at the trouser leg of Mr. Sawyer at hand. As if asking for help, she tugged it tightly, just like tugging at a life-saving straw.

Under Mr. Sawyer's thin gold-rimmed glasses, there were his sharp eyes. He lowered his eyes, glanced at the prostrate woman in front of him and froze for a second. Then he put away the impatience in his eyes, slightly leaned forward, reached out to lift the glass of wine on the crystal table and drank it off. At last, he raised his head to look at the others with a chuckle.

"It's okay." he said, and his body rose abruptly. At the same time, he reached out and dragged up the half-crouched woman on the ground, and the action was done in one smooth motion.

Caroline was too late to react. She only felt being pulled up by someone, and everything was black before her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she found that she had been pulled up unknowingly, and her face was pressed on someone's chest.

She heard the gentle voice of Mr. Sawyer in her ear.

"Everyone, have a good time. Tonight is my treat." he said in a melodious voice, then he embraced Caroline out of the box.

The people in the box gave each other an expression which meant they all understood.

"Those on the outside rumored that Mr. Sawyer's sexual orientation was abnormal. That's simply nonsense. Rumor, that is rumor."

One of them said.

"Mr. Sawyer, enjoy the momentary pleasure. Have fun." a group of people were joking. In their voice, Caroline was embraced by a stranger and got out of the box. The door behind them closed soundlessly.