Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 279 Do you really want to know what I'm up to?

Adriana returned to the office, where Vivian was meeting with Jenkins and several of the company's

department managers in a conference room.

She, on the other hand, went into the office alone and closed the door, sitting in her chair and staring.

Tired, doubly tired, more tired than ever.

On the contrary, she misses the previous energetic entrepreneurial life, which was very tired, but Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

physically tired, unlike the current spiritual and psychological burden.

The child and Peter were caught in the middle, leaving her helpless.

I don't know where to go from here.

Bang--

Suddenly, the office door was kicked open and a gust of wind rushed in, whipping up the hair on her

forehead and dancing with the wind.

Adriana looked up and saw a furious Harlee walking in.

"Adriana, what's wrong with you, why didn't you tell me when you were back in the country? I had to

look for you in Los Angeles alone, do you know how hard it was?"

He walked in, slapped the table hard, and asked a direct question.

Adriana's face was expressionless and unruffled.

Eyelids slightly raised, gaze slowly fell on his body, "You have not returned."

"Nonsense, if my friend hadn't told me that you had returned, I would still be looking for you in Los

Angeles." Harlee growled, the handsome, well-defined face trembling slightly, enough to illustrate the

man's angry mood.

"I'm curious, even though we were classmates, why did you go to all the trouble of helping me, Harlee,

what was your purpose? Or what, exactly, do I have that you need?"

Perhaps she is fragile inside, or perhaps she is a woman who is extremely insecure.

In short, it is not acceptable for someone to be nice to her without any conditions and requirements,

which will make her very suspicious of the other party's purpose.

It would be better to just spread the word, so it would be easier to talk.

"Purpose? To go to all that trouble?"

Harlee snorted a laugh, crossed her arms in anger, paced around the office, then kicked hard on the

glass coffee table.

With a thud, the glass coffee table shattered in response to the sound, scattering glass scraps all over

the place.

Adriana had a moment of panic, but it eventually dissolved into calm.

"What do you think you have for me to figure out? Hmm? Or do you have a good-looking face?"

Harlee walked up to Adriana, cupped her cheeks with her palms, and leaned down close to her face,

separated by a mere ten centimeters.

Even though each other's faces are tinged with anger, they give off a touch of inexplicable ambiguity.

For example, Peter, who suddenly appeared at the office door, originally wanted to come over to see

Adriana, but saw the intimate look between her and Harlee.

I only felt a vague pain in my heart, and my icy eyes deepened a few more points.

It seems like a deep, bottomless vortex, deep and terrifying.

"Or what?"

Adriana has no inner ripples, not angry, just tired of struggling.

And this scene stung Peter's eyes, his pupils shrank slightly, turned around, and left directly.

Flora, who was standing in the office doing chores, took it all in, scared to death and wanted to go after

Peter and ask him about it, but looking at the pair of men and women in the office who were openly

flirting with each other, she thought Adriana was making a fool of herself.

So, she first called her brother, Edward, and told Edward everything she saw truthfully, hoping he could

go and persuade Peter.

Adriana, who knew nothing of the matter, pushed him away as her cheek was pinched by him, "You're

hurting me."

"Adriana!"

Harlee roared, angry a brush away from her desktop files, a thick pile of documents cialis clattered on

the floor, scattered all over the place.

"What the hell do you want?"

Adriana was close to a breakdown.

"What do I want?"

The man raised his hand and poked her shoulder blade, "I fucking knew about your accident, the first

time I arrived in Los Angeles, just to help you deal with things, what can I do? It's hard not to force

you?"

Adriana here the noise alarmed the employees who were working in the office, many of them came

over and poked their heads to look at the scene in the office.

Adriana and Harlee looked over and both said, "What are you looking at?"

With a roar, those people's faces changed.

Then Flora came over and smiled sarcastically at the two men, "You guys talk, you guys talk." She

closed the office door rather sensibly and said to the people at the door, "All go to work, work."

Adriana withdrew her gaze, "You helped me, and I sincerely thank you. But in Las Vegas, you said

there was a purpose, so Mr. Soto might as well be straightforward about your purpose."

"I ...... you ......"

Harlee was so angry by Adriana's words that she turned around and walked to the couch and sat

down, her arms around her chest, only to keep her nice peach blossom eyes on Adriana, glaring at her

without speaking.

Adriana was so furrowed by his glare that she had to continue opening her computer to distract herself.

Do not cold war with her, she can be cold to make each other doubt life.

An hour later, the saber-rattling atmosphere gradually dissipated.

Harlee couldn't stand the fact that the woman didn't even look at him for a whole hour, treating him like

nothing, and he was furious.

Eventually, nodding, "Count on you, count on you."

He sort of met his match.

Adriana does not speak.

The man walked over and sat sideways on her table, finally collecting his angry breath and asking in a

soft tone, "Do you really want to know what I'm up to?"

Adriana glanced at him, as if to say: you are not asking nonsense.

He spread his hands and raised his foot on her desk in anger and kicked it, "Damn woman, there's

nothing I can do about you."

Adriana looked down at her desk with a bemused expression and pointed to the desk and the papers

on the floor, "Pay for what you have to pay, and clean up after me, or I'll have security send you out."

"Damn woman, do you think you're so cool that I can't do anything about you?"

"Or what?"

"I ......"

Harlee was choked by her sentence half a day also can not say a word, can only helplessly nod, "count

you cruel, count you cruel."

He walked to the office door, pulled it open, and casually pointed at an employee, "Come here."

That one young employee came over, yielding to his overbearing aura, and asked weakly, "Is there

something wrong?"

Harlee took out the only five thousand RMB directly from her wallet, "Here, clean up the garbage on the

floor for me, buy a coffee table back by the way, and the rest is all your tip."

"Really?"

Harlee gave a cold look and would not answer.

The employee was ecstatic, immediately and nimbly to the office files to pack the whole Wayne in

Adriana's desk and then the glass table to find someone to move out together, packed up, and left with

a smile on Harlee's face.

In this regard, the office was restored to clean and tidy, because the absence of a coffee table, but

seems quite empty.

The man walked up to Adriana, sat sideways on her desk, moved Adriana's executive chair with his

foot, and turned it around, towards himself.