I Love You At The Right Time

From childhood to adulthood, Claudia has been the nightmare of Pamela. She is happy again at the thought of the news in this morning’s newspaper.

“I am kind enough to remind you to watch the news.” Pamela says and hangs up the phone.

Claudia leaves her cellphone off on the bed, throws back the covers and gets out of bed into the bathroom.

After washing up, she makes herself a simple breakfast and goes out to the company.

As she drives, Pamela’s words are like a spell, entangling her constantly.

With a fidgety curse in a low voice, she parks her car on the roadside, gets off and goes to the newsstand to buy a copy of today’s newspaper.

When she unfolds the newspaper, she finally understands Pamela’s purpose of calling her.

The whole front page is reporting one thing： the president of Wen Group and the daughter of the oil magnate met late at night.

First the daughter of Bai’s family. then the daughter of the oil magnate, he is really a busy man.

Ignoring the stuffiness in her heart, Claudia throws away the newspaper and drives away.

“Where are the things?”

Claudia sees Alger and asks as soon as she gets out of the elevator.

Alger twists his eyebrows and says displeased, “I am not a paparazzi or a private detective.”

“Oh?” listens to what he says, Claudia stops suddenly and looks at him with a faint smile： “So, may I ask you, my secretary, you are not a paparazzi or a private detective, then what do I need you for? My money is not for idle people.”

After a pause, she reaches out and pats Alger on the face. “You have been with me for so long, don’t you know that?”

Although she smiles on her face, and the smile was even bright and stunning.

Alger knows that she is angry, very, very angry.

She always says that women can’t get angry often, because they will get older and shorten their life span.

A person who cherishes life like her, scarcely ever gets really angry over the years.

With a slight cough, he steps back and nods respectfully, “Please give me an hour.”

“Half an hour! I want all the information about Song Liancheng, including what he ate, what he drank, how many times he went to the toilet, and which brand of toilet paper he used today! Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Bang!”

The office door is slammed by Claudia.

Alger slowly lifts his eyes and looks at the closed door.

Twenty minutes later, Alger appears in front of Claudia with a tablet in his hand.

She is on the phone and her tone is cold. “If 100, 000 is not enough, then pay 200, 000, or you’ll strip yourself off and lie in her bed! Don’t talk nonsense to me. In short, I want her to sign a contract with YuanYang!”

Claudia has never been a good and kind person. Over the years, she has done many outrageous things overtly and covertly for YuanYang.

Alger waits quietly till she finishes her call and hands over the tablet. “Song Liancheng has a party at NT Hotel tonight. The following is the information of his driver, who has a 17－year－old daughter that will study abroad this year, which will cost about 500, 000 a year.”

Claudia sweeps through the screen and laughs out loud： “Song Liancheng is really tight with his money. He only pays 200, 000 a year to his driver.”

The tablet is buckled on the table, and she leaneds back to the back of the chair. “Contact his driver immediately.”

“Yes, boss.”

Alger turns to the door, just when he holds the door handle, he hears a soft female voice behind him： ” I’m sorry just now.”

He turns his head. Claudia brushes her hair with fingers and lowers her eyes. “It was not against you.”

“I know, boss. I’m going to work now.”

… …

At 11： 30 p. m., at the gate of NT Hotel.

Song Liancheng pats a woman on the hip and gets in the car with faltering steps.

The driver looks at him in the rearview mirror and says nervously, “Sir, shall we go?”

“Hm, go.” Holding the place between his eyebrows between the fingers, Song Liancheng closes his eyes and takes a nap.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

The car startes . A silver Cayenne crashes into it when it drives only a few hundred meters.

“Shit!” With a low curse, Song Liancheng takes a lurch forward and holds the back of the chair in front of him. He frowns, “What’s the matter!”

“A, a car hits us.” The driver breaks out in a cold sweat on his forehead. When he finishes speaking, the window on Song Liancheng’s side is knocked.

He rolls down the window. As he sees the person outside, his anger subsides for a split second.

With the lip angles risen and the eyes brightened, Song Liancheng raises his eyebrows： “Miss Claudia?”

Claudia bends over and apologizes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, are you all right?”