Female Novel
Chapter 1312: Gossiping About The President Is A Dead End
Chapter 1312: Gossiping about the President is a Dead End
"Perhaps the phone is on silent mode? I didn't notice your call." Claire made up an excuse casually and
then said to her, "Congratulations, you passed the interview."
"Claire, let me tell you! My experience today was so bizarre that you can write 100, 000 words in your
novel!"
"I actually got into the president's office of Clarke Corp! And you know who the president is? He's name
is Tristan, he is your frien..."
"I know." Claire had seen the messages she sent and interrupted her excited words indifferently. Then
she subconsciously looked towards the door of the log cabin.
She knew Rowan was very taboo about Tristan and didn't want to cause unnecessary
misunderstandings.
But Saskia Holt didn't know about their relationship.
"Claire, what's wrong? It seems you don't want to mention Mr. Norwell?"
"No."
"Then let's meet at the usual place tonight?" Saskia Holt suddenly became happy again, "Have a good
drink to celebrate."
"Okay." Claire did not refuse. Of course, she would be happy for her good friend to get out of
heartbreak, start a new job and embark on a new life.
"Claire, I have a question."
"Go ahead."
"Does Mr. Norwell like you? Otherwise, how could he care so much about you?" Saskia Holt gossiped,
"Claire, hurry up and tell me, what exactly is between you and him..."
Before Saskia Holt finished speaking, someone took her phone from behind her and her hand grasped
empty air beside her ear.
"Give me back my phone!" She turned around instinctively and met the man's dark and deep gaze.
Saskia Holt was stunned, "Mr. Norwell?" She stammered in fright.
Claire, who was far away on the hilltop, also heard her voice. Her chest shrank slightly. She understood
what had happened there and hurriedly hung up the phone.
She pursed her lips and took a deep breath. Her mood was a bit complicated.novelbin
At this moment, Rowan's voice came from the little log cabin, "Claire, dinner is ready! There are your
favorite vegetables! It looks pretty good."
"Coming!" She walked towards him with a smile and put her phone on silent. This Saskia Holt, her
curiosity was really too heavy!
Outside a certain balcony outside the president's office. Usually almost no one came here.
Saskia Holt looked at the president awkwardly. She didn't know when he came over. She felt that he
should have been here for a while...
Her hand that wanted to get her phone back was still stretching out. She had no idea what to do with it
and it was extremely embarrassing, as if she was petrified for a moment.
Tristan's face was slightly cold, and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line, staring at her coldly.
It couldn't be said that he was very angry, but he was definitely not happy.
Saskia Holt was stared at by him as if needles were pricking all over her body. She felt particularly
uncomfortable.
She also felt that every second was as long as a century.
She was nervous and gradually, embarrassment appeared in her eyes.
"Sorry... Mr. Norwell." She bowed 90 degrees to him. In fact, she didn't know what she did wrong. She
just instinctively apologized!
When she apologized, Tristan didn't feel good in his heart.
His thick, handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He put the phone back in her palm. Saskia Holt still
didn't dare to move, as if petrified, looking at him, but rejoicing in her heart!
The next second, he turned and left without a word, his steps sharp, his long legs slender and good-
looking! More charming than the male lead in online dramas.
Saskia Holt stared at his tall and straight back figure, as if his cold temperament still enveloped her,
making her nervous for a long time.
It turned out that not only was the president's office unsafe, but the whole floor was also unsafe.
Oh my God! He wouldn't have fired her as soon as he turned around, would he?
At this moment, footsteps came from beside her. She hurriedly turned around and saw Kevin standing
still beside her.
"Are you ghosts?" Saskia Holt couldn't help murmuring.
Kevin stood with his hands behind him, looking at the president's leaving back, reminding her,
"Gossiping about the president is a dead end."