Devil CEO's Contract Lover

Chapter 41 Didn't treat me like a daughter

Chevy stammered, "Why don't I go to Mr. Parsons and ask him to introduce me to a job that will at least

support you and the baby."

"Who wants you to support, why are you so stupid, I don't know if our son will be like you or like me."

Natasha spat out a mouthful of melon seeds.

"Then what do you want me to do? You can't watch a family eat without a meal, can you?"

He looked at Natasha, the whole body dress, also worth several thousand.

When he was spending money, he didn't feel any pain, but now he thinks it's all flesh cut off his body.

Sofia also does not know how the Rubinstein family, the child, just know their own life, and do not care

about their parents.

Chevy even forgot to give me the home address of his new home, so how could I get to him?

And he only thinks of this Sofia when he has no money.

"Thought of it, right? Call you stupid and you don't believe me!" Natasha's hand nudged Chevy's head,

"You still have Sofi, you Sofia."

"How am I supposed to ask for money? Besides how much do I want I will give?" Chevy said.

"I don't care, I look for me to ask, I will give is a miracle, you are after all my own father, you pretend to

be a little pitiful, in front of me to say bad things about me can, in short, you say you are now very poor,

I do not believe that I do not give, my heart is not made of iron."

Chevy nodded and hugged Natasha, "You're still smart, you're my warlord."

Natasha looked at Chevy with a gangly look on her face, if it wasn't for the fact that his old Lai family

had produced a money tree, I would be living in peace with him? Dream on!

This was their noon conversation, and by three o'clock in the afternoon, he called me.

I was lying in bed in a daze, and when I heard the phone, I reached out to answer it.

"Sofia? It's Dad. How are you doing over there? Did you eat well, drink well, sleep well?" Chevy asked.

When I heard my dad's voice, the last bit of sleep I had was gone and I said in a shaky voice, "Dad?"

"Sofia, I'm so glad you're still willing to call me Dad, it's all Dad's fault, Dad made you miserable. I'm

having a bad time these days, living in regret every day, how I wish you could come back!"

"What's there to regret, it's already happened, Dad you and Aunty Natasha are doing okay, you just

about managed to live well without me."

"Where are you talking about? How could we live a good life on our own without you?" Chevy said

hypocritically.

"Dad, I know what you're calling for this time, I just want to tell you two things, one I really don't have

any money on me, you want me to pay you, I can't do that, and two I've already sacrificed twice for you,

I won't take anything I have in exchange for money to support you."

"Sofi, you kids are too unfilial, right? You want to get your dad killed, you live well, Rubinstein Group

just give a little bit of change is enough for me to live half my life! I'm just going to ask you for money,

and if you don't give me money, I'm going to shake all your business out!"

"I have nothing to lose now, you can even ignore my life, why should I sacrifice myself to help you

support your lover and illegitimate son? I'm not that stupid anymore, I treat you like a father, but you

don't treat me like Sofia, I don't want to care what you want."

I hung up the phone decisively and said to the man lying next to me, "Would you say I'm cold-blooded

and heartless?"

"You should have done this a long time ago, I, I told you, there are times when you don't give and you

get back."

I looked at the man who had closed his eyes to sleep, and I still felt some melancholy in my heart, "But

after the rejection, it was hard for me."

"You have to get used to that hard feeling or you'll always be weak and smart enough to refuse, you

know?"

As he spoke, his lips moved slightly, matching his cheeks beautifully.

"I know, a few million is already enough for us to live for the rest of our lives, I've been benevolent

enough, I can't imagine my dad would treat me like this, it chills my heart, I resented my mother's

departure when I was a kid, now I can understand me, men like dad are too unreliable."

Damon felt the sadness coming from my tone, he gently hugged my body, "Don't think about it, he

wouldn't dare to shake this out, besides, our Rubinstein family has done a good job in PR, I promise

you not to hurt them is."

"Thank you, I'm tired, not physically tired, it's my heart that's tired, I've been dependent on my dad

since I was a kid, and when it comes down to it, he's still bought off by money." I sighed repeatedly,

"Forget it, don't mention it, it's hard for me every time I mention it."

"Then don't mention it, I've been at home with you today, isn't that enough?" Damon's lazy voice

wandered around my neck.

"Even you are someone else's man and will be someone else's husband in the future, so what's there

to be happy about?"

I forced myself to break free from my mixed thoughts, when even affection has hit the rocks, I don't

know who I can trust anymore!

"Oh? Why do you feel that your mouth tastes sour when you speak? Is it me who feels wrong, or ......"

he said ambiguously.

"The actual fact is that you are feeling wrong, right? I don't like you, why should I be jealous? I'm not

idle enough to eat dry jealousy right now."

I said, I was thinking that Tiffany will come back next month, Damon has long been looking forward to

me? Then there is no need for me to show my emotions, even if I lie to keep my share of pride.

I was licking my wounds like a child with a bad mouth, not wanting to pay attention to other people's

care.

But damn it, this look of mine raised a protective desire in him, was the door to his heart that easy to

break into?

He developed some frustration, "You're lying, me, you're not fooling anyone when you lie, unless I'm

stupid."

"You're not a fool, you're too smug, and the aesthetic views of women all over the world aren't all in

your mold."

I said, then got up and said, "Never you mind, I'm not saying you're not good enough, what I mean is,

you're not my type."

I was sure that Damon's eyes behind me must have been able to kill, I'm sorry Damon, I don't fight for

people I can't have.

And there's no way Damon will ever have that kind of crush on me between a man and a woman, so

it's all better to give up early.

This woman! How dare she say he's not my type!

Then what do I like? A cheeky guy like Austin? Or deep like Mr. Carver, or the texting guy?

His good mood is always ruined by my words, and he looks at the picture of Tiffany hanging on the

wall.

Next month, next month Tiffany will be back and everything will be back to normal, he's just been lonely

for too long.

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"Sir, I have found Chevy's information as you instructed." The man in black uniform bowed his waist.

"Go ahead." Damon sat down on the couch.

"He's now bought a house in a posh downtown location with a woman named Natasha, neither of them

are looking for work, and they're splurging every day, and the millions are quickly running out."

"Hmph, just think about it, that kind of person wouldn't value unearned money at all. That's why he

wants money?"

"Yes! Chevy's economy is all under Natasha's control, and it's already much better than the previous

life of gambling indiscriminately every day."

"Is that so?" He was not inquiring, but sarcastic and mocking.

"Sir, with all due respect, such a small person is not worth your time on him at all."

"You don't understand, and you don't need to know, follow my instructions, give him a taste of his own

medicine and tell him to stop bothering people."

"Give him a hard time?" The henchman asked.

"No, intimidation is fine, no need to bring harm to his body."

After Damon finished instructing, he looked out the window.

The greenery in H City was doing well, although the air was still a bit dirty.

Feeling a little bored with boredom, Damon made a phone call.

"Hello, this is ......"

"Linda, it's me." Damon said.

"Oh, sir, what's up?" Linda asked, the gentleman hardly ever calls home, is it an emergency?

"What am I doing now?" Damon said with a fake cough.

"You're talking about the lady, right? I've been yelling about being bored and now I'm in the living room

teasing the cat."

"How boring!" Damon said, "Here's the thing, I have an important document in a drawer in my

bedroom, code 345A, for me to deliver it to me."

"For the lady to deliver it herself?"

"Well, I don't have anything to do anyway, right? Have Uncle Li send me over, I don't have anything

else to do."

Damon hung up the phone, the corners of his mouth pursed slightly, suppressing the smile that was

ready to emerge.

Only less than two minutes into the break, the family called.

"Damon? Did you ask me to deliver the paperwork to your office?" My voice came through.

"Well, yes, it's very important, I need it today, and I forgot to bring it here this morning." He never

changed his face when he lied.

"Then I'll just fax it to you directly or send it to you online, don't you have any other spare documents?"

"Are you an idiot? That's an authoritative company secret, how can you send it in this way? If you work

in the company, sooner or later you'll bring down the whole company."

Damon was furious, did I not even want to send a document to me? Is it because he doesn't want to

see him or something else?

"That's so, well then, what time do you want it at the latest."

I was really undeterred, making a last ditch effort, and Damon hates it when people drag their feet.

He said straight up, "Now! Right now! Right now! You're responsible for any delays!"

The heat made him tug at his tie, though I heard me say on the other end, "Hey, you asked for my help,

not an order!"

Damon hung up the phone with a tug, I dare you not to come! He didn't feel the least bit nasty about his

ploy.

Sure enough, twenty minutes later, I puffed and knocked on his office door, he flicked the switch, and I

rushed in.

Placing the papers in my hand vigorously on the desk, "Here are your papers, if there is nothing else,

I'm going back now."

How bad was the man in front of me?