Queen Revenge

I didn’t think much of it and went to the parlor.

When I finished my work and sent off Mr. Liu and folded back to the office, Frank Hill had already left, and there was one more thing on the table, in a yellow file bag.

I called the secretary on the intercom, “Who brought this in?”

“I saw old Chief Hill with a file bag in his hand earlier, I don’t know if this is it.”

I frown, did Frank Hill put it here?

I waved the secretary out, sat down and opened the file bag and looked at it, I froze when I saw the transfer letter for the other half of Hill’s Group’s shares.

There is Hill Yi’s signature on the transfer letter, she fully handed over the company to me, that is to say, in the future, I am the only one who will be in charge of the company’s big and small matters, and there is nothing more to do with Hill Yi.

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I called Frank Hill, and when he answered, I immediately asked, “What’s the matter with the share transfer letter?”

“That’s a birthday present for you, dad never gave you anything, consider it a token of dad’s appreciation.” Frank Hill’s tone is very gentle, really like a loving father, repeatedly urged me: “You eat well on time, don’t be too busy, pay attention to your health.”

There is always a devil in everything that goes against the grain.

But this time Frank Hill didn’t ask for anything from me either, and I was a bit confused.

After hanging up the phone, I was staring at the share transfer letter and lost in thought, the sound of my cell phone message alert brought me back to my senses, it was from Fiona Croix, asking me how I was going to spend this birthday.

“I don’t have plans.” I sent.

“Then tonight is on my schedule.”

Fiona Croix sent again a moment later, “Dress nice.”

Looking at the message sent, I was kind of looking forward to what Fiona Croix had planned for the evening.

I asked my secretary to order a takeaway, ate it, and then continued to deal with official business, putting off all the evening’s social engagements.

At 6:30 PM, I received a message from Fiona Croix, an address that she told me to follow.

I packed up my things, I didn’t have time to make another trip home, so I changed my clothes in the lounge inside the office, put on a light makeup, tied my hair up high and braided it, looking at myself in the mirror, delicate features, white face, if it wasn’t for my ID card reminding me of my age, I wouldn’t have believed myself that I’m already twenty-six.

Smiling at the mirror, I took my bag and went downstairs.

From the underground parking lot to drive the car out, must pass the company downstairs, across a certain distance, I saw downstairs seems to be standing in a familiar person.

The car drove closer, I was sure, that is not Yao Mubai and who is it.

He crossed his waist with one hand, the other hand seems to be holding something, lowered his head, back and forth, as if in the tangled what, did not see me.

I honked the horn a few times before he looked up and I poked my head out of the car window, “Why are you here?”

When he saw me, he immediately slipped something in his hand into his pocket and I didn’t see it.

He walked over to me, his index finger poking the top of his eyebrow, “Off work?”

“Uh-huh.” It wasn’t bullshit.

He pursed his lips and was silent for a few seconds, stuttering a little, “Let’s have dinner later, tonight.

Frank Hill asking me out for dinner isn’t strange, Fiona Croix celebrating my birthday for me, isn’t strange, Yao Mubai asking me out, that’s strange.

I lay one hand on the car window and looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes, “Something wrong?”

“Nothing, passing by here, if you don’t want to eat, forget it.”

Without waiting for me to say anything, Yao Mubai finished walking towards his car.

I opened my mouth, but still didn’t open my mouth to call him.

Watching his car drive away, I muttered something inexplicable and directly navigated to the place Fiona Croix said.

High-grade clubhouse, the inside is built according to the Suzhou garden, the scenery is very good, small bridges and water, pavilions and attics.

Fiona Croix really knows how to choose a place.

I followed the waiter to Fiona Croix’s designated box, pushed open the door, and a pink balloon was blown to my feet.

“Happy Birthday.”

Fiona Croix was wearing a birthday hat on her head, she took it off and put it on my head, “My Hill big beauty, may you look more beautiful and happier every year.”

This is the most sincere blessing.

The box was decorated with a lot of balloons, as well as ribbons, flowers, and a three-layer cake was placed on the table, this was a birthday party for me.

“Thanks.” I corrected my hat, very stinky, “Is it good?”

“You look the best today.” Fiona Croix corrected with a clap of her hands, “No, you look beautiful every day.”

Saying that, Fiona Croix went to get her cell phone, “I’ll call Wang Yuan to find out where we are.”

“You told her?”

I hadn’t thought about raising a crowd for a small birthday.

“She came a long time ago, or she helped set it up together, just now she got a call to go back and said she’d be right over, it’s been almost two hours and she hasn’t come yet, I’m calling to ask.” Fiona Croix while dialing the phone, while winking at me, mysteriously said, “Tonight there is a surprise oh.”

“What surprise?” I was looking forward to it.

“Saying it out loud is still a surprise.” Fiona Croix made the call, and Wang Yuan was on her way here, arriving in about ten minutes.

After ending the call, Fiona Croix told me to sit in the box, don’t go anywhere, she went out for a while and would be right back.

How mysterious.

I obeyed and waited for her in the box.

After about ten minutes, Fiona Croix didn’t come back and Wang Yuan didn’t come either.

I was curious and was getting up to go look for someone when the door to the box suddenly opened.

First, the waiter brought in boxes of wine, fruit plates, snacks, etc. These should have been ordered by Fiona Croix.

The waiter made sure with me that everything was delivered, and just went out, a white-looking boy walked in, probably only twenty years old, maybe less than twenty, wearing tights, especially sexy, small face white, a proper little fresh meat.

“And you are?” I wondered, could it be one of Fiona Croix’s friends?

The little fresh meat was a little nervous, cupped his hands, “Hello, I’m number five Xiao Long.”

Xiao Long?

What the hell?