A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

When Simon arrived at the Cordova tower, Bryson was in a meeting.

Simon patiently waited in Bryson's office for nearly half an hour.

Finally, Bryson finished the meeting. Before Franco could hand the document to Bryson to sign, Simon

beat him to the punch.

"Uncle."

Bryson glanced at Simon and saw bruises on his face.

"Why are you here? Did you have a fight again?"

Franco handed the document to Bryson. As Bryson walked and read the document, Simon followed

behind Bryson like his shadow.

"Don't care about that. Uncle, I want to borrow your car."

Bryson signed and handed the document to Franco. Then, he looked up at Simon and said, "Borrow

my car?"

"Yes!" Simon said excitedly, "That limited Ferrari sports car in your garage."

"What for?" As he spoke, Bryson had sat on the chair behind the table.

Simon stood opposite Bryson's desk.

He blushed. "I have a crush on a woman. I want to pursue her."

Bryson frowned. "Do your parents know this?"

"Hey, we have not started yet. I'll tell them when I succeed." Simon looked at Bryson fawningly, "Uncle,

please. I'll return it to you after I use it."

"Alright, but you have to call your great-grandmother to let her know that you are doing well."

Call his great-grandmother, again.

"I've done that half an hour ago. If you don't believe me, call her and ask."

Bryson was indulgent towards Simon, his nephew, and would agree on anything he wanted.

Bryson glanced at Simon indifferently, then took out the car key from the drawer and threw it to him.

"Park the car at the garage when you're done."

"Alright, thank you, uncle. When I hook up with her, I'll treat you to a meal."

After saying that, Simon ran away in a flash.

...

In the afternoon, Audrey gathered some information of the Stanton Group and asked Nataly to get her

some classified information in the Group's internal documents. During the gap, she called the relevant

personnel to verify it. It was dusk when she was done.

Seeing that it was time to knock off, Audrey packed up and was about to leave.

On her way to the company in the morning, Bryson told her that he wouldn't work overtime today and

would come to pick her up. Checking the time, she felt that Bryson should be arriving soon.

Just as she was thinking, the receptionist suddenly screamed.

"Wow, if I'm right, is that a world-class Ferrari? It's so cool."

The voice from the front desk attracted the attention of all other staff.

Everyone was discussing about what was happening outside.

"It's really a limited Ferrari. Look at the shape of the car and the bright red color. God, I'm going to fall

for it."

"It's meaningless. That car is not something that can be afforded with money."

"Who owns the car? I want to marry him."

"The owner must be the best among rich men. Will he have an eye on you?"

"Is imagination a crime? Aren't you just jealous? You can't afford to drive this car."

Audrey did not care about the discussions of her colleagues. She continued to put away the documents

in her hands.

At this moment, a colleague cried out in surprise.

"The owner of the car is getting off. Gosh, how handsome of him."

"Heavens, he's holding a big bunch of roses in his hand. It's so romantic. Is he going to confess to

someone?"

"If he confesses to me, I will immediately agree."

"Look, look, he's coming. He's coming towards our building."

Audrey was speechless.

Audrey had just packed her things when she heard another scream from the front desk.

"Oh my god!"

Everyone looked at the entrance and saw that the owner of the Ferrari was standing at the entrance of

the firm.

He was wearing a black suit, a pair of black leather shoes, and a pink flower on his chest. Even though

his face was slightly bruised, it did not affect his handsomeness.

"Hello, is this Square Law Firm?"

The receptionist said incoherently, "Yes, yes ... yes."

The firm exploded in an instant.

"That guy came to our firm!"

"Who is he looking for?"

"Liana is the most beautiful one in our firm and she is also very talented. He should be looking for her,

right?"

Hearing this, Liana couldn't help but raise her chin with pride.

She had butterflies in her stomach.

When the man looked into the office just now, he seemed to have paused when seeing her.

Did that man really like her?

That man looked to be around twenty years old, and the gap between their ages was a little big, but ...

age was not a problem for love!

The man heaved a sigh of relief, "I finally find the right place."

The receptionist was dazzled by the man's handsome face.

"Excuse me, sir, who are you looking for?"

"Audrey Koch."

Liana's smile froze on her face.

Audrey?

Just as Simon finished speaking, everyone's gazes were focused on Audrey.

For no reason, Audrey was stared at by her colleagues. She then looked towards the door and saw

Simon with a single glance.

Simon walked through the cubicles and stopped in front of Audrey.

Then, Simon raised the roses in his hand and looked at Audrey affectionately.

"Audrey Koch, I love you. Please be my girlfriend."

Audrey was petrified.

The corner of Audrey's mouth twitched, as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Simon, what are you doing?"

Simon still stared at Audrey's face, which was even more beautiful than the rose. Even when she

frowned out of anger, she was still cute to him.

"I want you to be my girlfriend."

...

At the same time, a black Bentley Moussa stopped at Audrey's law firm.

Bryson narrowed his eyes and looked at the familiar sports car not far away and its license plate

number.

The woman Simon was pursuing was also in this building?

At this time, someone walked out of the building.

"Did you hear that the owner of the sports car was confessing to a lawyer?"

"Of course, that man is so handsome. Which lawyer has such good luck?"

"I heard people passing by the law firm say that the lawyer's last name is Koch, like some angel Koch?"

"I wonder if Lawyer Koch agreed."

"Of course she will. That man is drop-dead gorgeous. If he confesses to me, I will definitely agree."

"Stop dreaming. You won't have that chance."

Kolby, driving the car, was appalled.

Stop talking. Don't you see that some man's face is so dim that ink can seep out?