Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 116 All For The Child (6)

But when a man was busy with his work, he would always accidentally forget the female companion beside him.

Let the woman who wanted to be on the gossip headlines could only pretend to smile all the time.

She was so angry, but she still had to smile.

Consuela then pictured the scene in her mind. As a result, she couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. All of a sudden, she thought of herself, and she curled her lips with resignation.

They had the same misfortune. She had no common enemy at all.

This seemed to be a charity auction, which was live streaming. But the cameramen were always biased in favor of beautiful people. They must have shot more than three face lifting videos for Richie.

Consuela sat down on the couch idly, watching TV. Some grapes were placed on the table as she sat down on the couch. She wanted to do nothing, and there was nothing she could do.

She might be suffering from the so-called pregnant women's lazy syndrome, and her temper was also easily irritable. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

The live broadcast was over. But she still didn't see what on earth Richie had taken. He just clapped his hands occasionally in response to what he had said.

That had been his pattern.

Consuela couldn't help but wonder whether the man the man went there to be showing and the camera was installed by himself.

On the other side, Tim was sitting in the car, waiting for the end of the charity auction, and taking in a woman's anger.

"How can you be such a jerk? You even made her pregnant and didn't need to be above yourself. You even threatened her to get married. You don't know that don't flirt with her if you don't love her?"

The woman mumbled, not knowing whether she was drunk or eating something. "Did you drink?"

The moment Tim finished his sentence, the woman started to scold him again. "I drank too much. It's because of you. You not only got yourself into trouble, but also put the blame on the girl. Shame on you!"

The woman was scolding the locust while pointing at the mulberry. Then Tim frowned and wanted to say something, but the woman said again, "Shut up! I don't want to hear your explanation."

Tim's eyes wide open and his face confused. Sure enough, this woman was drunk. Normally, if she talked to others in this way, she would have peeled off herself.

The drunk's words were hard to believe. For Tim, he was not ready to believe a single word from Cassie, but from her tone, the person who was cursed should be familiar.

However, when he just had a shadow of a man in his mind, he heard someone knocking at the car door. He slowly slid down the window and opened the door.

"I'm telling you, don't think you can do anything with money. When I'm strong enough, I'll let you have a good lesson." Cassie was still shouting in a loud voice on the phone. Tim quickly pressed the volume of the phone to the minimum and threw the phone away.

What kind of grudge was that? She was so outraged.

As soon as Richie got in the car, he asked, "are you sure we're going to spend a large sum of money on my partner today? Just to fight for a role for her? "

That woman was the female artist that had signed a five-year contract with his new entertainment company. Tim, a layman told the highly paid professional that the woman had a promising future.

After thinking for a while, Tim realized that the man Carrie was scolding was Richie. He expressed his stand promptly, "Boss, don't underestimate her. She won the prize easily just because of a movie. She looks like a pure girl."

In order to create opportunities for that woman, Richie asked her to go to the charity with him. He just hid in his car and didn't cut down the entertainment atmosphere with the excuse that he was not feeling well.

If that woman was a little discerning, or if she could stop being hated by others, she would probably succeed in more than half.

Richie had always seen through his lies, "Oh, why do I feel that she's like a sexual woman?"

Her clothes were revealing. What's more, she took an opportunity to bury herself in him. Furthermore, she seemed to be good at acting. As long as this live stream was shown, this woman could press Harry's headline tomorrow.

The man raised his hand and rubbed his forehead that was a little tired. Then he said to the man sitting next to him, "I'll hire a group of people tomorrow. They should press Harry to the headline again."

His voice was a little bit hoarse, like the aftereffect of smoking. He squinted his slanted eyes and lifted the corner of his lips slightly.

"Okay, I'll ask someone to do it." Tim was driving the car, and he was thinking whether he should tell Richie the thing that Cassie mentioned.

Suddenly, Tim didn't want to bring it up, when he saw Richie was answering his phone.

Now that it was a straight way, he chose to drive by himself. He rolled his eyes slightly and picked up his phone, which was put aside. After lighting up the screen, he found that the phone was still on the line.

The corners of his mouth twitched. He felt somewhat helpless. When he placed the cellphone beside his ear, he could still hear the woman's subtle scream. Fortunately, he had turned down the volume so that nobody else would hear it.

The woman kept repeating the same meaning. The scum would never find his true love in the future, and she even scolded every man in the world.

Men were all bastards in this world.

Tim was unable to argue with this drunk woman. He could only throw his phone aside again and drive around the street.

However, Richie didn't talk much on the phone. Because the front line used little medicine, only a temporary loss of that batch of medicines. Now as the use of the medicines became more and more, it was impossible to reduce.

Richie squinted his eyes and said to the person in charge, "don't worry. I'll figure out a way. You just wait and see."

It was absolutely impossible to transfer the medicine to a safe place in a short time using legal transportation. In order to remove the trouble, he had no choice but to resort to some illegal means to

carry out some special transactions.

Richie turned his head to look at the scene separated by the brown window. The neon lights had risen like the morning sun. He rubbed his forehead and asked, "when is it now?"

"It's only 10:50," Tim checked the time.

When Richie got back to the villa, it was about eleven o'clock. The lights were on everywhere in the villa.

When he changed his shoes and walked into the living room, he suddenly had an indescribable feeling of emptiness. There was no woman who had always been waiting for him, and there was no food prepared on the table.

Although it was his own idea, he still felt a little pity about it, with some unspeakable emotions.

Perhaps this was what people often said about the mentality of being cheap. The more easily he could get, the more easily he would ignore; the more desperate it was to catch up with, and a large number of people were willing to give up everything for it.

And Consuela should be regarded as the former.