Mistakenly Love You To The Bones

The weather in early summer is very changeable.

It was still sunny in the daytime, and the temperature was high enough to melt people. In the evening, it suddenly began to rain heavily.

The efficacy of the medicine in Amelia Whtte has basically been completely withdrawn. To be on the safe side, the doctor also prescribed some medicine.

She changed her clothes and came out of the bathroom, ready to leave with Nicola Clinton.

However, the man took a look at the sky outside the window and made a decision: “Today you will live in the hospital.”

She was a little reluctant: “I’m all right, no problem.”

But Nicola Clinton did not answer her. He handed her some medicine boxes, turned around and took his assistant and bodyguard to leave directly.

When he came to the door, he seemed to think of something. He turned back and said, “Your attending doctor is on duty tonight. If you have any problems, please go to him at any time.”

Maybe he thought that such a caring and gentle attitude was easy to let Amelia Whtte misunerstand. After a pause, he became stiff again and said in a stiff tone: “If nothing happens, go back to work tomorrow.”

No matter what kind of mentality he is out of, Amelia Whtte can only stay in the hospital and being observed honestly for one night.

Early the next morning, she went back to the company smoothly.

There were few people in the company. The reception girl at the front desk even dozed off.

She suddenly realized that today was the weekend, and only some colleagues who worked overtime were still there.

She didn’t sleep well last night. Amelia Whtte patted her face, took instant coffee and cups from her drawer, and went to the tea room to fetch water.

When she came out, she heard a clatter of high-heeled shoes on the ground, accompanied by the conversation between the two women.

She was about to go out, but stopped when she heard a familiar name in their conversation.

“Who did Kevn Blak really offend? The company’s stock has fallen and he didn’t stop yet?”

Amelia Whtte raised her eyebrows, stopped the original action, and put the coffee cup near the faucet, slowly stirred the spoon with one hand, watching the coffee in the cup slowly resist, but fully focused on the conversation outside.

While talking, the two colleagues walked toward the inside. Seeing someone in the tea room, they didn’t care much, and they leaned against the washstand nearby, so they began to talk.

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“Who knows? There are so many dignitaries. Who knows who he offended?””

“Yesterday, I thought the momentum had stopped. I thought it was over. Who would have thought that it would start again today. If it went on like this, the Blak Group would not be far away from delisting?”

Amelia Whtte stirred the coffee more and more carelessly, listening to the conversation between the two people, but her mind drifted away.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Who on earth would target Kevn Blak and Blak Group in this way.

The one should not only have a hatred with him, but also have such strength.

Is it… Nicola Clinton?

At the thought of this possibility, her heart jumped violently.

The next second, she shook her head again and denied her guess.

It can not be Nicola Clinton.

The two colleagues talked , Amelia Whtte did not pay attention to it any more. She took coffee and left the tea room to return to her positions.

After the lunch office was finished, Amelia Whtte went out to have lunch. When passing the company hall, Amelia Whtte keenly felt that vision fell on her.

It’s OK to look at it in a square way. But these people are very careful. When she looks back, someone will always look away uneasily.

Amelia Whtte has some doubts, but there are not many acquaintances in the company, and she can not ask directly.

She has to go out for dinner, and when she come back, she find that these people are gazing at her more openly.

The female colleague who was sitting at the next desk approached her until she returned to her seat. She looked a little strange: “Have you seen Weibo?”

“?” Amelia Whtte didn’t quite understand what she meant.

The colleague looked at her expression and knew that she did not know what had happened on the microblog. She looked at her sympathetically and said, “You’d better hurry to check the microblog, something has happened…”

Amelia Whtte’s eyes were fixed. She thought of people looking at her when she came in and out of the company, and she thought that this was the reason.

She quickly opened her mobile phone, clicked Weibo, looked around the hot search list, and saw a hot search about president of Blak Group raised a mistress.

She clicked into it and saw.

The top microblog is just a picture, which is the picture of Amelia Whtte being taken into Kevin Blak’s villa in Chunxi Bay by several bodyguards of Kevn Blak.

The report also popularized the owner of the villa in detail, which was Kevn Blak and her wife.

Netizens are always very enthusiastic about this kind of affair.

The photo was sent at more than ten o’clock. In more than two hours’ time, the comments forwarded below almost reached 1 million. Except for some people who were exposing Kevn Blak’s fortune making history, most of them were exposing and criticizing Amelia Whtte.

? So isn’t Kevn Blak a gigolo who gets rich by his wife? He even has the face to have a mistress?]

[Madam Blak has been really unlucky to meet such a man!]

[Does anyone know the identity of the woman in the photo? She is too slutty, right? Or an ugly man like Kevn Blak?]

[It’s ugly, but he’s rich!]

There are many abusives. The more Amelia Whtte turns down, the darker and ugly the face is.

Suddenly she saw a link in the middle.

[I’ve got the identity of the woman in the picture. Come here quickly!]

She followed the link and immediately saw an article with photos.

Inside, she found out her past in great detail.

From the daughter of the Wytte family to the prison for committing crimes, even the experience of working in a nightclub was clearly exposed.

At the bottom of the article was filled with insults.

[Surprised, I thought it was awesome to be a mistress, but this woman has such a glorious history!]

[I know that the nightclub mentioned in it is not a formal nightclub. This woman may not have been a good person before. I’m afraid she is a prostitute?]

One by one, foul words and obscenities penetrated into the eyes of Amelia Whtte.

She squeezed the phone to death, only to see a pale color because of too much force.

The female colleague next to her had a good impression of Amelia Whtte. She was also a little scared when she looked at her. She turned her head and asked carefully with concern: “… Amelia Whtte, don’t you mind? I see this… some people wrote it blindly, don’t you mind, or do you think of a way to clarify it?”