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Chapter 33 A Scheming Bitch

Patricia carefully put away the draft. She yawned and fell asleep on the desk.

Matthew, who had been sitting in the office observing Patricia, got up slowly from his chair, and then

walked to the refrigerator in the corner of the office.

He opened the refrigerator; which was filled with all kinds of desserts and cakes.

Matthew took a few breads and cakes at random, and then took a bottle of milk before walking upstairs

slowly.

After checking that no one was watching, he put the snacks on Patricia's desk.

He put his hands into his pockets and watched Patricia sleeping on her desk. He turned and raised the

air conditioner on the floor before going back to the office.

The noon time passed quietly, and the staff gradually returned.

The silence just now became noise.

Patricia, who was lying on the desk, sat up slowly, and then yawned. She raised her arms, which

knocked down the desserts beside her.

Patricia was taken aback for a moment, then bent over and picked up the desserts on the ground.

Looking at the bread, cake, and milk on her desk, she wondered where they come from. Who gave

them to her?

Patricia quickly swept over the surrounding staffs who were staring at her in consternation. It was

absolutely impossible for them to bring her the food.

The people sitting around Patricia saw the bread, cakes and milk on the table now. Their eyes widened,

and they were full of jealousy.

The bread and cakes on her table were extremely expensive. Office workers can’t even afford them,

and only influential people could have the access to them.

And everyone knew, Matthew, President of the Crawford Group, loved desserts. The refrigerator in the

office was full of his desserts. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

In other words, the desserts on Patricia's table were from the President. But why? Why did the

President care so much about a new employee? It seemed a little weird.

The attention he paid to her made others jealous.

Patricia shook her head, and couldn't figure out where the bread and cake came from, so she wouldn’t

eat them. She wanted to throw them into the trash can.

The woman sitting beside saw Patricia's behaviour, and her eyes widened instantly.

This woman dared to throw the President’s gifts away!

Such a blessing, how can she throw away?

Didn’t she know this dessert belonged to the President? Or was she doing this deliberately to attract his

attention?

In fact, Patricia really didn't know Matthew's habits. Although all women in the company knew it, she

just didn't know.

Seeing that Patricia was really about to throw away the desserts, the women who had been around

Lola before approached Patricia.

"Hello, are you new here?"

"I heard that your name is Patricia."

Patricia looked at the women who were around her with a puzzled face, "What is wrong?"

The women surrounding her couldn't help frowning, "Well, don't you eat the desserts?"

Patricia glanced at the desserts in her hand, and then retracted her hand which was almost reaching

the trash can, and then handed it to the women around, "Do you want it?"

Before Patricia finished her words, the women around quickly snatched the desserts in her hand, and

the milk by the way.

Patricia looked at the women with a puzzled look as if they had obtained a treasure and shook her

head, then quietly looked at the works of the Crawford 's previous competition.

Lola could not help clenching her fists, as she was filled with jealousy.

In fact, she also wanted to ask for the desserts. As she had deceived Patricia before, wouldn’t it be

embarrassing if she asked?

But seeing the happy faces around her, she couldn't help but tighten her lips. Not to mention that the

desserts were out of reach for ordinary people, she had a crash on Matthew personally. And it was his

favourite snack.

Patricia couldn't help shaking her head, and then touched her itchy nose when she felt a sudden chill.

Sitting in the office, Matthew paused for a while, but he couldn't understand Patricia's behaviour.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to figure it out.

Thinking about this, Matthew face-timed with Archibald again.

The video call was hung up by Archibald again and again. Matthew called almost twenty times

tirelessly when Archibald finally picked it up.

Looking at Archibald's gloomy face, Matthew was stunned for a second, "Archibald, you seem to be in

a bad mood, what’s wrong?"

Archibald felt Matthew asked while knowing the answer, his expression was even gloomier.

"Shut up! Say what you want, or I'll hang up."

Matthew said in a hurry, "Wait, I find it very strange. If a woman knows that you gave her a gift and she

throws it away, what does she mean?"

Matthew didn't realize that Patricia was completely unaware of the value of the desserts and it was

actually from Matthew. Just like others, he thought it was a common sense. But he didn't know realize

that Patricia knew nothing.

Archibald glanced at Matthew irritably, "You'd better ignore this kind of woman, playing cat and mouse

doesn’t work anymore. I think she has other agenda; I can't think of any other possibilities. Any more

questions?"

Archibald disliked it and avoided Matthew, but most of his dislike was for this woman Matthew

mentioned.

He thought the woman Matthew mentioned was interesting, but now it seemed she was no different

from other women.

"But I don't think she is that kind of person." Matthew tilted his head with a puzzled look.

Archibald couldn’t bear it anymore, he turned the screen of the video, and there were a large number of

contracts and documents.

"If a woman’s inside equals to her outside, then there is no such thing as scheming bitch in this world.

Matthew, this is my work I need to deal with. I have to get it done within two hours and then go home to

accompany my son. If you call me again, I will break your company's capital chain."

Archibald quickly hung up the video with a cold face, leaving Matthew no time to react.

Matthew curled his lips and said to himself, "Weirdo. Rush back to accompany his son and put a long

face to him every day.”