Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband

Richeal turned around and went to call Hank.

Tell him, "I'm going to F.Y. Entertainment now to save someone, and I might run into Andrew."

Hank almost got into a car accident the other day when he was out and some punks came looking for trouble.

He knew then that Andrew had made a move on him.

The guy knew that he had leaked his life and made him a joke, and would certainly not let himself go.

So Hank turned to Ralph after a few considerations.

Ralph simply let him stay on the set, at least outsiders can not enter this side.

After Hank came, he did not appear much, has been hiding in his room.

This time Richeal came to him, Hank was also taken aback.

After hearing Richeal's words, Hank let out a bitter laugh.

"So what, what does Miss Lee want from me?"

"Only you know what to provoke the other side and how to delay more time for Ralph."

Hank frowned, "That's true, but who am I to wade through this mess."

Richeal's eyes were stern: "Don't forget who treated you as a friend and you took advantage of her."

"Don't forget that you were the one who begged for the chance to apologize."

"Also, shouldn't you be responsible for the fact that this all started because of your misguidance?"

Hank remained unmoved by Richeal's sharp stare.

Until Richeal said, "Or, you never want to see Jessica again, and the child she gave birth to for you."

Hank's pupils snapped shut.

"To go or not to go?" Richeal asked decisively.

Hank didn't hesitate this time, "I'm going with you!"

Ralph clicked on the tenth folder.

It was clear to him that there was nothing here that he was looking for.

But not necessarily, if he was given enough time to plant a little thing in the background of the computer, everything that had ever existed in the computer, he could find it remotely.

And then check it all out.

As long as there is time.

So thinking, Ralph clicked on the eleventh folder again.

He looked at things very slowly, and so half an hour had passed.

Andrew's face is getting stinky.

Finally could not help but speak: "Mr. Chapman, you are so slow reading speed, usually office must be very tired, right, is not every day work late into the night?" Ralph sniffed up and swept Andrew a glance.

"Not really, it's usually much faster."

"Then are you doing this now to show your dissatisfaction with us?"

"Mr. Andrew how to say so."

"Then what to say?" Andrew finished his answer and pooh-poohed again, "My last name is not Ann!"

"Okay Mr. Andrew, take it easy." Ralph deliberately long tone: "I'm still injured, right? I'm still injured, so I'll be much less efficient, so you'll understand."

"After all, you are also responsible for my becoming like this."

Andrew's eyes were deep, and a murderous aura spilled out.

Ralph seemed not to notice, looked at the others before saying, "Why don't we all go back to our jobs, I'll stay and take my time?"

The others looked at Andrew, did not speak.

Andrew smiled, "Wouldn't that be slacking on our part?"

"Then why don't I copy all these documents away and go back and I'll take my time to read them?"

Saying that, he took out a USB from his pocket.

Andrew's face changed.

What a joke, Ralph is a famous hacker master, even Lincoln Yung is not his opponent.

If you let him copy the stuff away, what if he fixes any files?

Andrew again found a reason to refuse: "These are confidential documents here, copying them back in case others see them is not very appropriate, right?" "Then what do you say."

Ralph put the keyboard a push, simply put the rotten.

Andrew, of course, would like Ralph to leave, but this can not be said directly.

Just as the two were confronting each other, there was a sudden commotion from the doorway.

The crowd followed and looked back.

Andrew frowned and looked at his assistant.

The assistant walked to the door and said sternly, "What's the matter, what's all the noise?!"

Then there was Rose, with a twisted expression and a face full of dark clouds.

He paused before saying, "Why is Miss Qin here?"

Rose ignored him and barged straight inside.

The assistant was busy reaching out to stop.

"What are you doing! Is Mr. Andrew inside?"

This anxious look of hers made the assistant very unhappy.

He said, "Mr. Andrew is entertaining a VIP inside, you can't go in and disturb him now."

"What honored guest, is it Ralph?"

Rose's eyes forced the assistant.

"F.Y. Entertainment has changed its major shareholder, hasn't it?"

"The company changed its name, sovereignty fell by the wayside, and Andrew is no longer the company's chairman, right?"

Rose's voice was very loud and excited, and her demeanor was as if she was crazy.

The assistant was startled and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Rose saw this, her heart was half cold, and was about to leave him to barge into the machine room.

But Andrew came out.

"Who told you to come." Andrew's face was not happy.

Rose took a step forward: "Sir, why didn't you tell me when so much was going on in the company, how long do you want to keep this from me?" Andrew frowned.

"You are not filming, who told you this."

"Answer me!"

Rose burst into hysterics: "Filming, what am I filming, how am I going to compete with Lottie when I'm halfway through filming and have no investment?"

"She wants to trample me into the mud so badly, how can I let her continue to be arrogant!"

"Such a thing, why on earth would it happen. I'm the one who's going to crush Lottie into the dust!"

Andrew's face changed for a moment.

He didn't expect that Rose actually had such a big obsession with Lottie.

No, I should say, Rose had a big obsession with winning Lottie.

All along, Rose has been obstructed by Lottie to the future, this may be a piece of her heart disease.

Before Andrew could open his mouth to reassure the other side, a clear male voice came from behind him.

"If you want to crush Lottie into the dust, I'm afraid you don't have that ability."

Rose smiled and looked up sharply.

It was right into the handsome face of Ralph sitting in his wheelchair.

Rose looked at him, and her eyes got red as she watched.

"You also think I can't compete with her?"

Ralph's face was expressionless, not even looking at her.

He didn't even bother to answer the question.

What can't be compared, there is no comparison between the two people.

Rose has no guts to cross the line and touch the porcelain.

When she didn't hear Ralph's answer, Rose's heart rose up with a fluke.

However, York is not so generous.

He swept Rose a glance, snickered: "Just you, still want to compare with Lottie. Did the plastic surgeon fill your brain with water during the plastic surgery?"

"In broad daylight, what a beautiful dream."

Rose sniffed, her face twisted, and glared at York fiercely.

"I didn't ask you to judge! What's more, you and Lottie are having an affair, I don't believe your words!"

Ralph, who had little emotion, had a frighteningly low air pressure.

Coldly, he said, "Bullshit, rip her mouth off for me."