Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Paula Rouco was in the studio, pinching the contract, embarrassed to the core, opened her lips and said, “I … didn’t know you were in a meeting, I’ll go out first.”

Severo Laris sits in his office chair, his long fingers interlocked, his face unperturbed, but an intriguing smile in his eyes.

As Paula Rouco rushes to the study door, Severo Laris looks behind him and says, “Wait for me for five minutes, I’ll talk to you after the meeting, huh?”

“…”

Paula Rouco opened the door and went out.

In the video, a gossipy foreigner asked, “Professor Laris, who is it?”.

Severo Laris smiled seductively and said calmly and firmly, “My wife, being young and naughty, has interrupted the meeting and I apologize. But now I need to pause the meeting, my wife seems to be angry.”

The most senior man in the place hastily said, “It is important for the wife.”

And then Severo Laris calmly got up and walked out of the study with long legs.

To cajole Mrs. Laris.

Sort of high level: a question mark on his face.

“When did Professor Laris get married?”

“I don’t know, isn’t Professor Laris single?”

“A secret, hidden marriage? But with a figure like Professor Laris, a secret marriage is not good for the group.”

“Where did Mrs. Laris come from?”

…

After Paula Rouco signed her commercial contract with MO Group, she became a free agent.

All calls for brokerage negotiations were forwarded to Severo Laris’ cell phone and email.

If you’re tired, don’t take it; if you’re busy, don’t take it; if you’re underpaid, don’t take it … All rejections.

Your most important task now is to recover from your illness.

Other than that, it doesn’t matter.

…

Imperial, inside the Grand Hotel.

Inside the presidential suite, a couple of men and women are lying on the king-size bed in the early stages of a thunderstorm.

Good leaning on Vidal Carda’s arms.

Vidal Carda touches the cigarette case and Buena deftly touches the lighter on the bedside table, lights it and moves the flame closer to the cigarette in Vidal Carda’s mouth. The cigarette lights up.

Vidal Carda smoked an afterthought as he said, “Let’s not see each other for a while these days, the hotel is going to hold a big event and invite a bunch of journalists there.”

Buena’s eyes sparkled and she said, “A journalist? I remember a journalist you introduced me to earlier, nicknamed Millian, who you said was particularly well connected.”

“What is it, what do you want with him?”

Buena pouted, “I was just looking for him to ask him something. I have an old classmate who I hear is an internationally renowned pianist, but I’ve seen so many negative stories about her on the Internet, I wanted to ask if your journalist friend knows her.”

Vidal Carda laughs and says, “Why are you women so gossipy? I see all that mess in the entertainment industry is for you to see.”

Buena looked at Vidal Carda crossly, “What woman doesn’t gossip.”

“Okay, okay, okay, okay, I’ll give you his cell number and you can contact him yourself.”

Buena teased her red lips, with a glint of amusement in her eyes.

…

Inside a black van.

“Miss Buena, what did you want to see me about?”

Buena took off her mask and opened the door, “I heard that the internationally famous pianist momo has returned to China to develop her career, are you clear on that?”

Millian nodded and said, “I know, once she went back to China, we had all the big entertainment numbers published. But she’s not really in the entertainment industry, so she’s not a big artist. In addition, Momo has always kept a low profile and seems to have no plans to enter the domestic entertainment industry after her return to China. She broke her contract with Universal Group a while ago, but it was an industry affair, so there were no big names in the entertainment world to mention it, and it wouldn’t have given her much to talk about. The main thing is that the Chinese public is not familiar with Momo.”

Buena said, “Millian, you’ve been in the industry for so long that you must know some gossip that the public doesn’t know. This Momo, I hear it’s not easy, how about giving me some information?”

Millian looked at Buena with a smile, “Miss Buena, do you have an axe to grind with this momo, why are you so interested in her?”

Buena pulled out a bank card from her money clip and handed it to her, “On this card is one hundred thousand, and the code is six zeros. If you help me uncover the momo scandal, the reward will be double or even triple.”

Showbiz paparazzi, after all, are nothing more than a profession, and they’re all there to make a living, and to make the news and make a profit, so why not do it?

Millian took the card and said, “I remember this momo has been in the United States before, although she’s an internationally renowned pianist, but there’s a lot of obscure information, I’ve read a lot of information about her. She was once taken to the local police station and detained for a few days because she was playing life and death races.

Buena asked, “Is all this information that you have true?”

Millian patted his chest and raised his eyebrows, “Sure! I have friends overseas who are media reporters, Miss Buena if you really want to mess with this momo, I can help you. And this momo is now back in her home country, a random black story about her overseas could kill her future at home.”

Buena patted him on the shoulder and said, “Millian, if you get this, I won’t treat you bad.”

“Ok then Miss Buena you just wait to hear from me, I’ll be able to dig the black stuff out of this momo and give it a whack.”

…

Three days later, a hot search hangs on the hot spot that exploded.

“momo arrested for playing the races.”

Click on it and it’s a photo and video posted by a large number of entertainment.

“Internationally famous pianist momo, who was arrested and fined by the local police department in the United States for illegal life-and-death racing, has also been in and out of major casinos several times, hooked up with more than a dozen foreign men, and has an extremely debauched private life that runs counter to her status as a noble and genial pianist on stage.”

Below the exposition, there was a chorus of curses.

“A disgrace to The Imperial Capital!”

“Are you … sure it’s the momo? I’ve always liked it so much, so pretty, really … wordless and dark.”

“Like her, I’m afraid she can’t make it abroad and is only at home willing to make money.”

“It’s a waste of her piano talent.”

“Are all those who study abroad so open? With a dozen foreign men … can her body handle that?”

“I wouldn’t have met this person if it weren’t for this hot pursuit. It’s an international embarrassment.”

…

Severo Laris’ look was so grim and stern that I could squeeze water out of my eyes after reading this hot take.

Salvino stepped aside and said, “Boss, I’ve already sent someone to investigate this big revelation.”NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Severo Laris looked at that Weibo hot search, a stern and hard look shone in his eyes, “Go and remove this hot search now, anyone who dares to break such rumors again, find out and apply direct pressure and inform people to block their numbers.”

“Yes, I’ll get right on it.”