Female Novel
Chapter 642 I'm Missing You
The living room was large. The seven women were embarrassed gathering there because they had all
served the same man.
Everyone looked away as if it was a shame.
After a while, a middle-aged woman snorted, crossing her arms, "We are all lucky ones, why should we
be upset? At least we are still alive!”
This reminded everyone of Ingrid, who died at a young age without any reason. They had heard all
kinds of gossip.
Finnley told the guard something and then left.
These women were strangers, but because of Leslie, they more or less knew each other. Some of
them had met. Some had seen others’ photos.
At this time, another woman smiled and mocked, "Do you think this woman called Catherine will be the
11th?"
People looked at each other. There was silence in the living room for a few seconds, and then
someone started talking in a low voice.
"I think so, as everything is possible!" The fifth wife was admiring her new manicure while saying, "If
Catherine marries him, I can guarantee that she won't be the last one."
"Men are changeable at whatever age. They will stop fucking around only when they are on the wall if
you know what I mean.”
"Catherine might die too, right?" Someone said with certainty, "I know how ruthless Leslie can be."
"Hey, how can you say so?" Someone defended Leslie, "Are you saying Ingrid's death has something
to do with Leslie?"
"Who knows?" Some people didn't care about the truth.
Someone answered, "Who can prove he is innocent about this?"
"That's right, Leslie hates women making trouble in front of reporters. Yet she did everything that could
enrage him”
"Why are we talking about that dead woman? It gives me goosebumps! How much did you get from the
divorce?" Leslie's eighth wife was very interested in this, "I’ll tell you first. I got 400,000 and a car."
"That's petty! I got a million in cash, no car or house."
"I only got 140,000...but he had no money at that time. The company's capital chain was facing some
problems."
When the women were having a heated conversation, Finnley had left.
The Marsh Group buildings towered in the most prosperous area of the city. It had become a city
landmark.
In the spacious office of the CEO.
Ivan had just finished working on the case in hand when his private cell phone rang.
His deep eyes were filled with tenderness immediately when he saw the caller’s name. He slid his long
finger over the answer button, "Hello, Jennifer."
"What are you doing?" The woman's voice was gentle, smiling.
When people asked, “What are you doing?”, they mostly meant, “I miss you”.
Ivan felt the same way. So, he answered seriously, "I am missing you."
"How?" She seemed to be in a good mood, "Tell me?"
The man said seriously, "I am missing you all the time, wondering what you are doing. Would you be
standing in front of the house and looking at the distant scenery, or sit in front of the computer, thinking
with your chin on your hand?"
She smiled, knowing that he must be busy, so she got to the point, "Got it! Mr. Marsh, each of us can
submit a perfect answer to the company."
"Is the design done?" He was a little surprised that the time was shorter than expected.novelbin
"Yup." Jennifer said, "Everyone has found inspiration and made a perfect design. We will do some
finishing work tomorrow, then relax for another day. We prepare to go back to the city the day after
tomorrow."
"Shall I pick you up?" Ivan was honest. He could put all his work aside when Jennifer needed him.
"No, no, no, no." She hurriedly refused, "Don't make it too grand. It would be perfect if you can greet us
outside the building when we return. It would inspire everyone."
"Okay, you decide everything, my dear wife." Then he murmured, "Thank everyone for me. We should
have dinner together when you guys come back."