Business Tycoon Pursues His Wife Wholeheartedly

“Mr. Miller isn’t trailing us today, is he?” Noman snorted and blocked the doorway, “What’s the matter, regret?”

“What do you mean.”

Eric’s eyes glowed with coldness, smelling the faint smell of alcohol on Noman’s body, and the image of Cindy drinking came to his mind.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

He had really underestimated her.

Hanging out with a bunch of guys.

Noman didn’t know what he was thinking and warned, “Although Cindy didn’t accept me today, I won’t give up, sooner or later, she will be mine, and the fate between her and you are over, so don’t bother her in the future.”

In the beginning, if he hadn’t been a step late, how would he have let Cindy marry such a scum?

“Get out of the way.”

Eric’s face was cold, and he stepped forward, directly knocking Noman away with his shoulder.

He marched to the sink, the mirror reflected his cold face to the extreme, “What has been thrown away, I will not pick up, Mr. Jones has such a fetish, I do not.”

“What did you say!”

Noman’s eyes rounded and he was about to swing his fist, he didn’t care how powerful Eric’s hands were, for Cindy’s sake, he dared to fight to the death.

In fact, he had wanted to beat Eric up for a long time.

He had to leave such a good woman like Cindy behind to marry Linda?

Eric also saw his intention at the same time, a deep meaning crossed his eyes and he was ready to take it.

At that moment, a sentence rang outside the door, “Noman, Cindy is drunk, you come to see her!”

Noman’s movements stopped at once.

“Don’t let me see you hanging around her again!”

He turned around and ran towards the room.

Eric listened to the sound of distant footsteps, clenched into a fist hand slowly loosened. What was this long-lost feeling of anger?

He was really crazy to have to get into a fight because of Cindy.

…

In the room, Cindy hugged the seat back and refused to get up, hands still clutching the empty wine glass, “Drink, I’m happy today!”

Noman looked at her flushed face, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

“Cindy, let go of your hand first, I’ll pour it for you.”

“Really?”

Cindy sat up at once, handed the glass over, and squinted at Noman for a while longer, “Well, good buddy!”

Everyone was amused, Noman shook his head helplessly and poured her a glass of plain water.

“I just ran out of wine, you drink this first, and I’ll go get more.”

Cindy looked at him, then at the glass, muttered something, clutched the glass, and lowered her head again.

Does it look like it was coaxed?

Noman called Peter aside and gave him a card, “Peter, I’ll send her back first, I’ll bother you with the rest.”

“No problem, in fact, she didn’t drink much, we didn’t know she’d fall down in one glass, you send it off, it’s tough.”

Peter continued to greet everyone and drink.

Noman carried Cindy’s bag with one hand and helped her walk out with the other.

At the other end of the corridor, Eric had also finished negotiating a deal and was talking to someone at the company with his cell phone in his hand. He stared at the two figures from afar, and his chest felt like it was blocked with something.

Noman helped Cindy walk while chanting, “You didn’t use to be this bad at drinking, even though you’re happy today, you can’t drink like this!”

Pfft.

Cindy laughed and patted his shoulder, opened her eyes, and spat her tongue mischievously, “Fooled you guys!”

“You!”

Noman flung his arm, “Do you know how heavy you are, my arm was about to break holding you up as I walked out.”

Cindy took her bag, “I couldn’t help it, I was too tired today, I wanted to tell them to go first, but I was afraid I’d spoil everyone’s fun, sorry.”

She opened her mouth with a simple, harmless smile.

She would not tell Noman that she had just come out of the bathroom and accidentally overheard what he said to Eric.

She hid her thoughts with a smile.

How could she let Noman get hurt because of her? As for the few words Eric said about her, it didn’t hurt.

He was even capable of causing her family to die, that kind of person had no heart.

“Then wait here, I’ll get the car,” Noman said, throwing his jacket over Cindy’s shoulder and running quickly to the parking lot.

Cindy shivered in the night wind and wrapped her clothes tighter by hand.

She watched Noman leave, and at the same time saw another car coming from that side, license plate number 4411.

This is Eric’s personal car, usually, when he drives himself, he will drive this.

Cindy subconsciously looked away, not wanting to meet him.

But she doesn’t know how, Eric actually pulled up beside her and rolled down the window, “Get in.”

Just a few steps away, Cindy froze for two seconds, “You’ve got the wrong person.”

The man’s hand clutching the steering wheel tightened and turned his head sideways, his eyes full of cold, “Your face, I know you even if you turn into dust, get in.”

The man’s eyes skimmed over her jacket, and he was even less patient.

Cindy looked around, “You don’t want to find me privately and ask for the prize money back, do you? If you do something so unsavory, I’ll definitely get the paparazzi to expose you.”

Mercenary, vulgar.

When she opened her mouth, it was all about money.

Eric stared at her face, “Cindy, why are you so mercenary now.”

Cindy couldn’t help but laugh, “Mr. Miller, you probably don’t know much about my recent situation, it’s good enough that I didn’t go steal and rob, and let me remind you, between us, there’s nothing to talk about.”

After the black private car, another car came, Noman honked the horn, and Cindy swept right past Eric’s window and pulled open Noman’s door.

The two even smiled at each other, and that image was deeply imprinted in Eric’s rearview mirror.

The man turned his head sideways and watched as Noman stepped on the gas and drove away from the left side of his car.