Woman In Big Bang Theory นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Cecilia wheeled hurriedly to Mrs. Abraham, "Mom, this woman here is the CEO of Isascom designs, " Cecilia was showing the screen of her phone to her mother. Mrs. Abraham raised her eye brow in shock. "why did this woman look like Maddie, Scot's wife?" Mrs. Abraham exclaimed in shock. "And she now resembles Isabel, the resemblance is so glaring, " Cecilia said. Mrs. Abraham who was standing, sat on the couch and collected the phone from Cecilia, she examined the picture and indeed, it was Maddie. Thought Scot wife was dead?

Sharp cheekbones. But still, no name. No introduction. The woman walked past Siara and sat on the velvet couch like it was her throne. She pulled out a black carton of cigarettes, lit one with a gold lighter, and inhaled deeply before exhaling smoke in a tight stream toward the ceiling. “I said,” Siara began again, this time standing, “She’s not dead, is she?” The woman tilted her head slightly, her voice low, edged with amusement. “Darling… if she isn’t, she will be. There’s no way anyone survives an impact like that. Not in this rain. Not on that road.”

None of the humans in the room turned to look at her as she and Ellie walked through. They seemed very intent on their jobs. Ellie walked up to an older woman, her brown hair was tucked back into a tight bun. She stood staring at a screen and speaking into a headset. "That is what I was talking about." Her voice was deep for a woman and very smooth. It was almost hypnotic. It was the same lady from the photo in the room she had woken up in, only older. Maybe that room was her room.

Another showed them walking side by side, their shoulders brushing, while the woman carried a takeout bag. His wedding band caught the light. Sloane’s hands were steady as she looked at each photograph, not because she was calm but because anger kept her in control. She studied the woman’s face and tried to remember every detail; a beautiful woman in her late twenties with little makeup and expensive clothes that suggested wealth or someone paying for them. “Mrs. Blackwell. Is everything alright?” Damon’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts, now standing directly in front of her desk. It was a test.

The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen Jensen. The moment she spotted me, who was struggling in Vincent's arms, she burst into tears. Pointing at me, she bellowed, "Girls, that's her! That's the old hag who seduced my boyfriend! Vince told me he doesn't love her at all; she's the one who's clinging to him and refusing to divorce him!" Her classmates and the netizens behind her immediately rushed forward to corner me. Vincent's next move sent me plunging straight into the abyss.

They were probably shocked to see their CEO with a lady, until another woman bumped into Anita, confirming her assumption. "Excuse me, you must indeed be lucky that the CEO is sharing his elevator space with you," the woman said coldly at Anita, as she approached, subtly hitting Anita with her shoulder as she walked past, leaving Anita speechless. Anita lost her words to refute the lady's claim, as she hadn’t expected such a statement. Now she understood better why they were staring intently at her. She swallowed and quickly walked into the cafeteria to search for Temisa. Anita didn’t forget her badge like the previous day; she had pinned it to the right side of her oversized gown, which was

A woman entered the place, and observed the organized mess that only that man could manage. - "Hi Spencer. Did you miss me?" she asked, a faint wistful smile decorating her face. The woman was tall, and her physique was very well worked out. She had dark strands that were always tied in a low bun. She was Spencer's partner, but she also worked outside when she needed to. - "How could I not feel, Susan?" the inspector said, and then rose from his old chair. - "San Diego is not the same without you. I miss our fights in combat"

“Cal.” A woman with such large, naked titties that made Myra gawk, appeared before them. She smiled with perfectly bleached white teeth at the Professor. She was a beautiful asian woman, and her thick, braided ponytail stood as straight as a stick on her head, held up by some type of glue gel. She looked perfectly regal. Her eyes finally fell on Myra. “Oouh.” Her eyes ran down Myra’s frame, and she turned back to the Professor with a smile.

He bowed…“Welcome, ma.” A woman in her late thirties stepped in, sharp-eyed. Her hair was neatly tied. She didn’t need to speak for her presence to announce power. Everything about her from the way she walked to the way she held her shoulders spoke of wealth, command and a life spent being obeyed. She didn’t look at him. Her eyes went straight to the screen. Bianca’s image reflected in them sitting on the floor, curled into herself, arms wrapped tightly over her shaking body. Her lips moved as she whispered words only she could hear. The food on the tray beside the bed remained untouched.The woman moved farther into the room.