Novel Square
Chapter 489
Chapter 489
"No need." Franklin took a sip of coffee and said, "Go back to work. Don't tell anyone about this."
"Ah? Alright."
This time, Natasha had to go, but she was unwilling.
She had worked in the company for a few days, and it was the first time that she could speak to
Franklin face to face. How could she leave just like that? She did not want to!
Natasha took a few steps forward, tripped on purpose, and fell forward. Just then, her whole body ran
into Franklin.
As he held a cup of coffee in his hand, the brown liquid splashed on his white shirt when she fell on
him.
"I'm sorry, President Moore." Natasha pretended to be afraid. She took out a pink handkerchief from
her pocket and rubbed it on the man's shirt, especially on both sides of the chest. Intentionally or not,
she tried to flirt with him.
Franklin did not get angry immediately. He just lowered his head and watched as she wiped his shirt
with her handkerchief, without saying a word.
When Natasha saw that he was silent, she thought that she was smart and thought that he acquiesced.
She shed her tears for a moment, then looked up and said, "President Moore, I'm sorry. I can't even
walk properly, you... you can take off your shirt and I will help you wash it."
This was a plot that Natasha had seen on a TV series.
According to the development of the TV series, the hero took off his shirt, and revealed his strong chest
muscles. The heroine would be shy, and then their relationship would blossom.
Natasha started to brew her emotions as she spoke, and she was ready for Franklin to take off his
clothes, and then she would blush again...
However, Franklin stood still for a while before saying, "My shirt is an Italian handmade shirt. The shirt
will be useless if it gets stained by coffee."
"Then... What should we do?" She still did not realize that something was wrong. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.
"Heh." He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I remember that your internship salary is 3,200
dollars, and this shirt of mine is exactly 36,000 dollars, which is your salary for one year of internship."
"Ah? President Moore, are... Are you joking?" Natasha was frightened.
Although she did not come to work for the money, Franklin's reply was extremely unconventional.
He did not look at Natasha, who was so frightened. He knew what she was thinking. He asked in a
condescending tone, "How else are you going to return the 30,000 dollars to me?"
Having played around with so many women, how could he not know what Natasha was thinking about?
She was the last woman whom he wanted to play around with.
"President Moore... I, I will have to prepare for my graduation thesis soon. I may not be able to work
every day..." Natasha had no choice but to act coquettishly, tears welling in her eyes as she spoke.
Coupled with her pink make-up and red blush on her cheeks, she looked very pitiful.
"Let's see..." Franklin seemed to be thinking about it. "Since I've been wearing this shirt for a while, I'll
give you a rebate. I'll just charge you 18,000 dollars."
She was still in a dilemma when the secretary came in and said, "President Moore, the car is ready."
"Okay." Franklin did not look at Natasha again. He just went to the changing room of the office to
change and went downstairs.
He was going to the Hilton Hotel to have lunch with a few bosses. He asked the driver to send him
there.
He sat in the back seat alone and looked out the window.
When the car passed through a relatively remote neighborhood, a small store caught Franklin's
attention.
A man and a woman stood at the door and were talking, and that woman was Lucille.
Although they were merely talking, Franklin remembered what Natasha had just said. He could not help
but shake his head and self-deprecatingly said, "This is karma."
It was Lucille's first day of work. Because the gallery opened at 10:30 am, when she arrived, Zoel was
already there.
He told her about the situation and provided some information about the artists who had cooperated
with them.
Lucille memorized the information for each and every one of them.
The days at the gallery were surprisingly peaceful. Normally, very few people entered the gallery.
Occasionally, there were customers and most of them were restaurant owners. They would need a few
scenery paintings to fill up their private rooms or the corridors and they often did not have any particular
requirements.
After working there for a month, Zoel gave Lucille her salary for the first time. She had been pregnant
for almost 10 weeks at this point.
The first thing that came to her mind was to go to the hospital for the baby's checkup.
She wanted to ensure that the baby was healthy.
The next morning, she arrived at the hospital before the gallery opened and went to register herself.
The nurse began to inquire about Lucille's pregnancy, and when asked for the child's father's name,
and profession, Lucille could not answer.
"Nurse, I am a single mother..."
She whispered to the middle-aged nurse in charge.
"What? What's wrong with young people these days? So irresponsible!" The nurse happened to have a
bad temper. "You're only pregnant for two months so you can get rid of the child as early as possible.
You're a young lady. How can you get married with a child?"
Lucille was a little stunned. She did not expect that the nurse would lecture her.
Without waiting for her to speak, the nurse said, "I have seen a lot of mothers like you. At first, they
were impulsive, but after they gave birth, they realized that it was extremely difficult. You should think
about it carefully. If you have decided, I will help you to contact a nurse to get rid of it."
"No need, I'm going to give birth to it," Lucille said firmly.
The nurse did not expect that although Lucille looked weak, she was very determined when she said
that she was going to give birth. The nurse asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure..."
She wanted to prove that she did not cheat on Franklin.
This matter had turned into a strange obsession in her heart.
"You're still young." The nurse kept shaking her head. "If you act on impulse now, difficult days are yet
to come!"
Although she said so, the nurse still helped Lucille to open the baby's file.
She also told Lucille the time of each checkup, and even helped her to calculate the due date, which
would be June 1 st the next year.
After everything was done, the nurse gave her an invoice and asked her to pay for the test.
Lucille stood in line to pay the fee, had her blood drawn for the test, and then she waited for the test
results alone.
She sat there and looked at the other pregnant women around her. Except for her, they all had their
husbands to accompany them. She could not help but feel a little sad.
At this time, she seemed to realize the truth behind the nurse's words, "Difficult days are yet to come."
If Franklin really was with another woman during her pregnancy, or even married to someone else,
what should she do...
While waiting for the results of the test, Lucille took out her mobile phone and could not help but
browse through Twitter.
She saw a large headline, 'Three women in a week? President Moore was caught entering a hotel with
actresses this week.'
Below the headline was a bunch of photos. Each photo clearly showed that Franklin entered the hotel
with a different woman.