My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy

Chapter 995 Proud of my wife

Just the man realised he had said the wrong thing, "No, you are the chairman, I was too excited so say

the wrong things."

Noah, "It doesn't matter."

The chairman today was so accommodating.

Noah, "Alright, meeting adjourned. No one needs to work overtime today."

All, inwardly, cheered.

Can the lady make more big moves?

Can she be complimented by others more often?

That way, they did not have to work overtime everyday.

With everyone watching, Noah took out his personal mobile phone and dialed Jocelyn's number,

walking gently outside while saying, "What are you doing, honey?"

The tone of voice was different from when he was dealing with other people.

But everyone has long since become accustomed to it.

The crowd looked at each other before letting out a long sigh of relief. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

On the other side of the phone, Jocelyn said, "I'm at work. What about you?"

Noah, "Just finished a meeting and was going to see you later."

Jocelyn, "Don't come, I reckon a lot of reporters will gather in front of the company later, you'll be seen

coming and be pestered again."

Noah, "It doesn't matter."

He missed her and wanted to check her out.

And he was, at the moment, just about free.

Jocelyn, "Well then, on the way over, you can bring me a cup of milk tea. Strawberry flavoured."

Noah, "Okay."

Tom respectfully followed behind Noah, and inwardly, he could not help but think that their chairman, to

marry Jocelyn, was really lucky.

And now, he felt that Noah was only lucky to have married Jocelyn.

It's almost like a powerful combination of two big shots.

Anyway, he was envious.

When Noah walked out of the company, he brought hundreds of bodyguards with him and arrived

under the Murphy Group.

At this time, downstairs in Murphy Group, the crowds had already dispersed.

At this moment, a large number of journalists were mobbed there.

Security guards are struggling, keeping the scene in order.

Seeing this, the bodyguards immediately took the lead and got out of the car, before splitting the

journalists on the scene in two.

In the midst of the crowd, a path was sharply cleared for Noah.

The car door opened and the man's immaculate black leather shoes were the first to hit the ground.

Immediately afterwards, long, slender legs, a noble and upright posture, and a perfect and peerless

face were presented to the crowd.

The man carries himself with coolness and detachment.

With the addition of his perfect face, he is the brightest moon in the crowd.

In an instant, the female journalists on the scene was attracted.

In the midst of all the attention, Noah's face remained cool and indifferent.

He walked towards the entrance of the office with a cup of milk tea in his hand, which Jocelyn wanted,

strawberry flavoured.

his eyes only looked at the door of the company, but did not look at the people around him.

When the journalists saw this, they immediately started asking questions like crazy -

[Mr. Mason, I would like to ask, how do you feel that your wife, Jocelyn, can now achieve such

success?]

[Mr. Mason, you must be very happy right now? I would like to ask, at that time, when Miss Murphy was

developing this drug, did she have a lot of difficulties?]

[Mr. Mason, may I ask, is the sale at cost her intention or is it a joint decision between you two?]

[Mr. Mason, did you come here to congratulate your wife?]

[Mr. Mason, what do you think about the fact that your wife has pulled up the share price of your

company? When he heard these words, Noah slowed down and stopped his steps.

He turned back modestly to the female reporter who had asked the question.

Female journalist stood at the front of the crowd with eyes full of anticipation.

The moment her eyes met, the female journalist felt her heart thrilled to the core.

He looked at her now.

The Supreme God of the world is looking at her!

Is this the answer to her question?

Noah walked up to the female reporter, elegantly took the microphone in her hand and said, "I think my

wife is excellent."

The female journalist was, for the moment, in a state of total freezing.

Her brain goes blank.

Some people, even if they just stand quietly and casually open their mouths to say a word, can tease

her!

[Mr. Mason, how is your mood?] Next to the female reporter, a male reporter said.

Noah looked at him and said, "Happy for my wife and proud of myself for having such a wonderful

wife."

[Mr. Mason, do you drink milk tea's?] The female reporter, who had just returned to her senses, asked

an irrelevant question.

Noah responded indifferently, "My wife drinks."

Female journalist, [You queued up to get it, right?]

Noah, "YES, but she likes it, so I have to queue up."

Noah then handed the microphone back to the female reporter and continued to stride inside.

The female reporter's hand, holding the microphone, trembled slightly for a moment.

This is the same microphone that Noah held!

She'll have to treasure it and take it home.

After Noah left, among the journalists on the scene, there was a lot of talk -

[Mr. Mason, really handsome and spoils his wife, a model of contemporary good man.]

[The worst part is that he is very devoted, never heard of him having a scandal with anyone.]

[Jocelyn deserves it, If I'm a man, I dote on her.]

[Later, I'll have to write a press release for them. I want the world to know how good Mr. Mason really

is.]

Noah ignored what everyone was saying.

When he entered the office, he went straight to the exclusive lift.

The two young girls at the reception desk immediately bowed and greeted Noah when they saw him.

Both were thrilled to see Noah leave.

Although Noah comes to the office often.

But still, they can’t be calm.

After all, he is really too good looking.

Taking the exclusive lift, Noah walked all the way into Jocelyn's office with his milk tea in his hand.