Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 182: I’ll Do the Abortion Myself

After a short silence, someone suddenly knocked at the door, the sound was clear and abrupt.

The secretary looked back and saw the beautiful woman standing at the door. She immediately withdrew aside and respectfully greeted, "Miss Brook."

Fashionable and temperamental women walked slowly in high-heeled shoes, glanced at her, and said "uh", and then looked at the man sitting there. Her eyes flitted gently. "Are you still be busy with your business?"

James did not change his expression, nor did his voice have much temperature. "Why are you here?"

The woman put the insulation box in front of him and opened it and said, "I asked aunt to make the food. It's still hot. You can eat it."

The secretary looked at the man and said in a low voice, "Mr. Franklin, I have something to do. I'll go first."

James waved his hand and agreed.

Quickly there were two people stay in the meeting room. When nobody spoke, there was only a slight crash of tableware. It was strange, but there were no different expression on their faces. It seemed that they had adapt to this kind of relationship.

The woman was in a red dress, wore a small coat, and her skin was quite white, and showed a typical aristocratic lady temperament, her fingers were slender, her nails were dyed with red, and her white skin were so charming that even her diamond ring on the finger has lost glory.

Her features were not sweet and charming, but they stood careful reading and appreciation. When she did not speak, she had a cold temperament.

Some people own naturally superior faces, she was probably of this kind.

"No, I'll have a meeting later. If you haven't eaten yet, go to my office and have it." The man stood up slowly, stretched out his stiff limbs and went to the window.

The woman stopped setting the meal for a while and soon continued again. She whispered, "There is still some time left, you can have it. I'll go to the office and wait for you. I won't disturb you. If you eat up, you can let the secretary tidy up and send it to me."

After speaking, she took back her hand, turned around and left without waiting for him to speak.

James looked back at her figure with deep eyes.

President's office.

The woman pushed the door in. The secretary was sorting out the files. She heard the sound and turned around subconsciously. She saw her and smiled lightly. "Miss Brook."

Without comparison, there will be no harm. The secretary with excellent professional attire and figure was completely turned dark when standing in front of the woman, which showed the difference between ordinary people and wealthy celebrities.

She looked straight at the secretary, still gentle, but a little more serious, "What happened to the company recently?"

The Secretary hesitated, "Um..."

The woman squinted her eyes and said coldly. "I'm his wife. Do I have no right to know?"

The secretary's face turned pale.

That's right. This is their boss's wife, Miss Brook. She is worth over 100 million dollars. They are absolutely match each other. And she is also the famous aristocratic lady. Just because they were secretly married, so she always called her Miss Brook.

"There's something wrong with the company..."

The secretary told her a general situation of the company's recent events.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

She took out a cigarette from her bag and lighted it skillfully. She took a breath between her lips. The red lips emitted the white smoke, which made her a sense of depraving.

After listening, she flicked the cigarette against the ashtray. She asked leisurely, "He stayed in Chicago for so long, but work without any result?"

The Secretary swallowed silently, lowered her head and hesitated how to explain to her.

She couldn't tell her that he's purpose to Chicago was just for a woman.

After thinking about it, she explained, "There are some gains, he has known about the development of Chicago's related industries, and had some cooperation, incidentally... get some information about Tyrone Raman..."

If she said he went to learn about Tyrone Raman 's women maybe she would be beaten by her.

Ella's expression remained unchanged. She seemed to have no doubt about her explanation. She just put half of the cigarette out in the ashtray. She said in a mute voice, "In half a month... Does he have free time?

"Half a month? wait." The secretary was shocked, she rushed to the table to take her ipad, turned on it and slid the screen, checked carefully at it, and then her face changed. Looked up at her in embarrassment. "Miss Brook... If you have anything to do, I'll arrange it first and consult with Mr.Franklin later."

The woman seemed not surprised. She waved her hand without any emotion. "All right, I'll tell him myself."

When the Secretary finished working, then she left. Soon afterwards, James pushed the door in and smelled the smoke in the room. He frowned and murmured, "Didn't I say not to smoke in my office?" He went to the desk, picked up the remote control and opened the exhaust fan.

He stood there and looked at her. "Why haven't you left yet?"

His tone was normal, but the eyes seem to be looking at a stranger.

Ella put down her cross-leg and looked up at him. "I'm looking for you for something. When can you arrange half a day for me?"

James asked, " For What?"

She drew back her sight faintly and looked down when the man looked at her. "I can't speak it clearly right now."

James looked at the woman, her eyebrows tightened and his thin lips closed. After a moment, he said, "I'm busy recently. You can make an appointment with the secretary."

"There is no need to make an appointment. I'll tell you directly that I'll be waiting for you at home at twelve o'clock tomorrow afternoon." Suddenly the woman picked up her bag and stood up, said quickly. "Ella!" James turned angry. "Don't be capricious. I'm busy now."

The woman walked to him, tightened his tie thoughtfully, she looked up and smiled softly. "I know you're busy, so I don't bother you today, don't be regret if you don't go home at 12 tomorrow."

While she was speaking, her slender fingers caressed the clothes on his chest, and turned back to leave.

James poured out all his anger in the past few days, he grabbed her wrist, grim and turned to be serious, said in a cold voice, "Are you threatening me? Ella, you know me..."

Regret?

He had never regretted of anything in his life, including marrying her. Even without any love, he had no regrets for his choice because of the huge commercial interests, but he only hated to be threatened by others.

"I'm pregnant." The woman interrupted him lightly, with an unusually calm expression.

The man stared at her and his pupils shrank sharply.

Ella continued, "I am going to give you half a day to think about it. If you don't want the child, I went to the hospital to do the abortion myself."

Because of her words, the man's face tensed instantly, and almost break her wrist.

After a few seconds of silence, he still didn't change his face, but his voice became cold inexplicably. "You want to do the abortion?"

Some feeling flickered through Ella's eyes quickly that she suddenly sneered, "So what, do you want to keep it?"

She looked at him seriously and became nervous.