Chapter 398 A Vixen

Though her eyelids kept twitching because of this idea.

But she still couldn't control her thoughts.

She really wanted to blow up at Baron as long as he could take off the coat of that hypocrite.

Sometimes Debbie even felt that she was a little abnormal. For example, at this time, she was so bored that she just wanted to see Baron angry.

Since they met again, this person had become more and more mature. He didn't have any expression on his face, and there was no trace of childhood.

That was how the sense of distance arose slowly.

Before the woman could leave, Consuela grabbed her arm and said with a hopeful expression, "Debbie, please don't do that."

As far as she knew, there were only one or two reasons why she didn't tell this woman. Besides, she could guess slightly.

Debbie didn't pretend to leave but asked, "So what? Do you really believe what I said last time?"

Consuela nodded firmly.

She did not really believe Debbie's words. She just wanted to let go of her lowliness, and did not want to say anything more to retain her trust.

If she could see that man flirt with other women during the cold war between them, she could really give up completely.

After all, no one would like something unclean.

A man or an object, they were the same.

The host was still speaking on the stage. The two people who had relied on their inner relations to come were standing in the corner, looking at the others raise their hands to applaud.

Consuela pressed her lips together. The only thing she wanted to know was whether the man would bring a date with him on stage. She was not interested in anything else.

She just slightly put her eyes on the stage.

In a pair of high-heeled shoes, Mary walked to them with a glass of wine in her hand. She was still young at the beginning, but she worked overtime with the old witch, Richie. No matter how hard she tried to maintain her skin, time had left traces on her face.

Consuela could still remember that. In the past, when she was still working in Sruthan

if she was a crazy dog staring at its prey.

Consuela said casually, "maybe."

As soon as her words dropped, she took out her mobile phone and began to surf the Internet. Realizing that it was boring, she didn't say anything more, but she still did not leave.

The clamor filled in the air. Consuela raised her head and saw a couple standing at the door.

The irony was in the same way as she had met them in that coffee shop.

"Oh my God, so she is the hostess of Sruthan Group?"

"Mr. Richie is so good at choosing women. Look at her figure."

"Come on. She is just a vase. I don't know if she is the hostess of the company. The CEO has never admitted her identity."

"…"

The people kept chattering. Consuela was drinking tea calmly, but Debbie was pressed by her. She couldn't take any action.

Debbie heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Consuela, when will you stop being a coward?"

When was she going to stop being a coward?

Consuela's hands trembled. She pressed her lips together and didn't say a word.

Although Mary didn't hear what they were talking about, she approached with a smile and said, "What are you two talking about? I guess you have seen Mrs. Richie just now, right?"

She smiled complacently as if she had become the hostess of the company.

Debbie sneered, "I don't know who she is. Is she a vixen?"