Chapter 879 879: Was This His Promise?



She noticed Joseph was dismissive of Simon's words.

Initially, after their wedding, inside Hampton, there was no nanny, and only hired short-period workers were there as Joseph did not want to see other people around Hampton disturb their lives, which Irish agreed to.

Irish had been thinking about what kind of sweet words Joseph could use to describe their married life or vowed to what to do in the future. But when he returned to New York, he didn't say anything about the marriage promise but told her about his shares, options, dividends, and his investments in Swiss banks. Before that, she only knew all the passwords for his bank cards. After Joseph shared all his assets, suddenly, Irish realized how huge his net worth was.

She thought, 'Was this his promise?'

The fact that such a man presented himself to her without reservation meant that he trusted her enough and was willing to give her all the happiness.

When Irish immersed herself in this soundless, warm, and broad happiness, an entertainment gossip broke out and followed the numerous crazy headlines.

The news was simple enough to clarify that Becky's agreement had been suspended, and several brokerage firms had refused to sign her.

The news came as a sudden shock to the entertainment industry like a deep-water bomb.

The news reached Irish's ears. She checked the Internet, only to see a picture in which Becky covered her face, crying. 

What happened?

The reporter did not dig out the truth, interviewing all the big figures in the entertainment industry, all unified caliber was not clear, and he asked about several big brokerage companies. The responsible person also refused to answer, and the relevant responsible men only replied that Becky's image was not in line with their company standards.

As a young newcomer, Becky showed off at the awards ceremony and could be said to have all the green lights, and her future was boundless.

Unexpectedly, she is suddenly hidden, which is a fatal blow to Becky.

And Britney White, known as a member of the sister group of the big star Becky, also suffered a series of incidents. And reporters in the entertainment circle had also dug up a lot of bad news about her, causing her reputation to be damaged, and she held a press conference to clarify things.

However, the Internet had been scolding her.

The truth behind the gossip was not important, the only important thing was what the audience wanted to see.

So, it was time for the entertainment media to be active and creative.

Some said Becky had offended someone, and others said Becky was like a vase, so the company that flourished her may genuinely feel that she was useless, then they gave up on her. Some speculated that she said something in public that shouldn't have been said.

But Irish thought that Becky had dug her own grave.

She shouldn't show off like that.

Of course, after marrying Joseph, she no longer took Becky seriously, and she had nothing to do with her rumors.

Just in time, the secretary called and said that Joseph had called all the executives to have a meeting, so she rushed to the conference room.

In the conference room, Joseph was listening to the others' reports. Then, after seeing Irish come in, he motioned her to take a seat.

It was a little weird.

He was her boss and her husband.

Even the other people looked at her strangely, as serious as ever, Joseph corrected her mistakes during her report, frowning.

Irish was afraid to get distracted and concentrated on her task.

Fortunately, Joseph didn't bother her much, hoping she could work out more short-term, effective solutions for staff psychology.

This concerned the working principle.

Irish felt a little anxious to make it, and Joseph believed that, as a psychological adviser, she had an obligation to adjust her psychological training programs and courses at any time according to the company's circumstances.

"I'm sorry, my plan can't be adjusted, I have my own gradual process." She said firmly.

Joseph was serious, tapping his fingers on the table and looking at her, "You have to adjust your plan, or I won't let the financial approval pass your department fees."

Irish glared at him. She really wanted to come forward and grab his hair and say to him, "Hello, I'm your wife, can you take out the boss's attitude on me?" But it was just a thought, and she didn't have the guts to do it.

Finally, she said, "I'll try." 

"In three workdays, I want to see a new plan," Joseph said with a tone that could not be rejected.

Irish squinted slightly, imagining him hanging as a sandbag while pinching him hard. She was biting her teeth and surrendered, "Okay." 

I have to work overtime again, damn man! How could he treat his beautiful wife so poorly? She screamed inside her head.

All the other people saw his wife couldn't survive, and they were even more afraid to bargain, each of them trembling.

She painted a little man on the back of the report and then painted countless needles on the little man's head, like a hedgehog at first glance. She smiled in her heart, looked up at Joseph, and saw him face to face with the marketing department to discuss the plan, more and more amused. Daisy sat beside him, also with a face of seriousness, and Joseph held his business mobile phone.

Not the private one. She found that, as long as she attended the meeting, Joseph would not bring that private phone.

Staring at the phone, the idea of a prank suddenly flashed.

Thinking of the message she sent him when she was in South Africa, his reply made her so shy. His response during the meeting was always limited, so Irish always imagined how he responded to her messages with a serious look.

Thinking about it, her heart fluttered. Who let him put on a boss's face? Otherwise, she wouldn't make fun of him. She quietly took the phone under the table and quickly sent a message to him.

Soon, Joseph's mobile phone at hand shook.

Irish smiled, pretending to be bored to continue the meeting.

While Joseph was commenting about the marketing department report, his mouth suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the short message. A very short and hot message popped up: "Oh, baby, I wanted to invade you. Oh, I wanted to feel your big hot bro immediately."