Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

Chapter 642: Chapter 642: I’m Thinking of You

The living room of the villa is very large, with seven women gathered together. The atmosphere, surely, is not without awkwardness, because they all have served the same man.

Everyone’s eyes were evasive, as if they considered this a shameful matter.

Until a bold middle-aged woman snorted coldly, crossing her arms, she directly complained, ”We’re all lucky ones, why the long faces? It’s good that none of us lost our lives.”

This reminded everyone of Ariel Chandler, who died young and in vague circumstances. Various rumors were heard, with all kinds of speculations.

Finn Morgan, after giving some instructions to the bodyguards at the door, turned and left.

These women didn’t know each other initially, but due to Lydia Ingram, they more or less knew of each other, either having met or seen photos.

At this moment, another woman spoke up with a sly tone, ”Do you think Monica Usher might be the 11th one?”

Everyone looked at each other, the living room was silent for a few seconds, then someone began to whisper—

”I think it’s very possible, anything is possible!” The fifth wife admired her newly done manicure, ”If Monica Usher does marry him, I can guarantee she won’t be the last one.”

”Men, no matter what age, always like the new and loathe the old. Only those hung on the wall behave.”

”Isn’t it possible Monica Usher also lost her life?” someone said with certainty, ”I’m well informed about how ruthless Lydia Ingram can be.”

”Hey, how can you talk like that?” someone defended the man, ”Do you think Ariel Chandler’s death has anything to do with Lydia Ingram?”

”Who knows?” someone scoffed, indifferent to the truth.

Another chimed in, ”Who can prove it’s unrelated?”

”Exactly, Lydia Ingram hates women causing scenes in front of the media, yet she talks nonsense about everything.”

”Let’s not talk about it, it’s bad luck! How much did you get in the divorce?” The eighth wife was very interested, ”Let me start, two million plus a car.”

”That’s so stingy! I got five million in cash, no car, no house.”

”I only got seven hundred thousand... but during that time, he didn’t have money, the company’s capital chain had broken due to losses.”

At this moment, Finn Morgan had already gotten into a car and left, but the conversation here got more heated.

Kingston Group, buildings rising in Riventhal’s most prosperous district, has become the city’s landmark architecture.

In the spacious and bright CEO’s office.

Justin Kingston just completed a project when a call came to his private phone.

Seeing the caller ID, his deep eyes immediately filled with tenderness. Long fingers sliding over to answer, ”Hello, Mia.”

”What are you doing?” The woman’s voice, as breezy as water, carried a light smile.

All the ”what are you doing” in the world can be understood as ”I miss you.”

Justin Kingston had the same feeling, he answered seriously, ”I’m thinking of you.”

”How are you thinking of me?” She seemed in a good mood, ”Tell me about it?”

The man said earnestly, ”Sitting, thinking; lying down, still thinking. Wondering what you’re doing. Standing in front of the cabin gazing at the distant scenery, or sitting in front of the computer with your chin in your hand daydreaming?”

She laughed, knowing he must be busy, so she got to the point, ”Received, reporting to CEO Kingston, each of us can turn in a perfect scorecard to the company.”

”The design’s finished?” He was a bit surprised, ahead of schedule.

”Yes,” Mia Lane said, ”everyone found their inspiration and designed works they’re satisfied with. Tomorrow we’ll do some finishing touches, then relax for a day, and prepare to head back to the city the day after tomorrow.”

”Do you want me to pick you up?” Justin Kingston said sincerely; he could put off everything else.

”No, no, no,” she quickly declined, ”don’t make a grand scene, if you could just come downstairs to welcome us, that would be perfect and can motivate everyone.”

”Okay, everything listens to my wife.” The man’s voice was low and magnetic, ”Tell everyone, thank you for your hard work. We’ll have a gathering when you return.”