All Chapters of Flash Marriage:CEO's Sweet Wife: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Standing at the entrance of the Qin family's residence, she did not go in; she merely bid Su Wan'yan farewell from a distance before leaving again. After standing there for just a moment, the woman felt utterly drained. She sighed deeply and gently knocked on the door.Soon, a servant came to open it.As soon as she entered, Su Wan'yan's sharp eyes spotted Pete Melville, who was leaning against the sofa."Are you done with your work?""Have you eaten yet?"They both spoke simultaneously."Most of the issues have been resolved.""I haven't eaten yet."Again, they answered in unison.Feeling somewhat awkward, Su Wan'yan cleared her throat and decided not to speak further, fearing another collision of words.She casually took off her shoes, tossed them into the shoe cabinet, and sat down on the sofa opposite Pete Melville.The servants had already started preparing dinner, and the living room was now quiet, with a faint, oppressive atmosphere lingering in the air."Where did

Elizabeth Forster patted her calf, and she instantly understood, quickly jumping off the table and using a folder to cover her face, "I... I'll go back first." She fled the scene as fast as she could.Elizabeth Forster watched her figure, shaking her head helplessly. Pete Melville, who was standing at the door, gave her a deep look. Just as Elizabeth Forster thought he had something to say, he suddenly turned and left. It was inexplicable.She muttered to herself, then started checking and revising the newly submitted proposals. Time flew by, and soon it was already afternoon. When Edwiin Kingsley's message came in, she was about to go with Feng Qing to Fanghua Village to check on the current renovation progress. If not for Xu Xisheng's appearance, she might not have been so concerned. Currently, the company's affairs were being handled by specialists, and she could take it easy."Feng Qing, I'm all set," Feng Qing said, wearing a thick straw hat paired with today's ripped jeans, lo

In the early morning, the first rays of sunlight slowly crept up the windowsill, playfully piercing through the curtains and lazily sprawling across the bed. The blinding light made the blanket feel unbearably hot. The little figure on the bed, annoyed, squinted her eyes, shielding them with her fair arm, pouted, and carelessly kicked the blanket aside. Just as she was about to settle back into a comfortable sleep, a gentle knock came from the door, "Madam, it's time to get up." The knocking was steady and rhythmic, not too loud but enough to be annoying. Elizabeth Forster turned over, sighed deeply, and called out, "I know."The nagging finally stopped. After lying in bed for a few seconds, she reluctantly got up, only to sit there in a daze. Her blank stare fixed on the corner of the bed, revealing her silly nature. Finally, Elizabeth Forster fully woke up. She quickly got ready and went downstairs, where Pete Melville was already having breakfast. In front of him lay the day's news

Elizabeth Forster pursed her lips, staring at the reply on the screen. The others, all acquaintances, were gathered in small groups, chatting. Being alone, she felt somewhat awkward. After confirming Pete Melville's message, she carefully packed up her things and headed for the door. However, there were only about ten people on the entire floor, and any movement would be noticed. As she left, they all saw, but as seasoned individuals, none of them mentioned it. Thus, she managed to slip out successfully.The estate was less than a ten-minute walk from the company. Holding the documents close, Elizabeth Forster slowly made her way to the office. "Flosci," she mused, recalling the name and the information Sheila Dewey had compiled earlier. Polluted flowers became the perfect fertilizer for the soil. In the recent tests, they had already detected changes in the soil composition. This was what Pete Melville referred to when he confronted Flosci about the impact. Yet, this did not negate t

After what felt like an eternity, everything finally calmed down. Elizabeth Forster lay on the cold ground, the hands that had been restraining her waist slowly loosened, and her body tilted to the side, spreading out flat. Raindrops pelted her in waves, one after another. Her clothes were now tattered, and the cuts from unknown objects stung under the relentless wash of water.Struggling to get up, she found that she couldn't muster the strength in any part of her body. Opening her eyes, her pupils contracted slightly as she strained to look around. The noise in her ears was a chaotic blur, and her heavy eyelids barely opened a slit, only for rain to pour in, making her eyes sore. She moved her fingers, tentatively feeling around, and her hand touched something cool and soft, like human skin. Summoning all her strength, she grasped it, feeling the shape of another hand. Her lips parted involuntarily, trying to say something, but she was powerless.Suddenly, a cacophony of hurried fo