Sheryl took out a servant uniform and threw it in front of her and ordered. "Sylvia, today is my birthday. You have to serve me. Put on this nanny uniform and be ready for my orders at any time."
Sylvia's eyes widened, "Sheryl, I am not the nanny of the Bridgewater family. I am just Hendrick's tutor."
"Are you worthy of being Hendrick's tutor, not a nanny? Do you think that just because you are Hendrick's biological mother, you have to maintain a good image in front of the child, win over the child, and rely on the child to attract Arthur's attention? Let me tell you, there is no room for you to do that. From now on, you are just a nanny. Stay away from Hendrick, otherwise, I will let you not even get Christopher." Sheryl spoke disdainfully and ordered her fiercely.
"Quickly put on your nanny clothes and work hard. You've made me unhappy. In a minute, you won't even have a child."
Sylvia's fists clenched loudly.
But after a while, she gritted her teeth and turned around to put on the nanny uniform.
Sheryl smiled and walked out proudly.
Bridgewater's Group President's Office.
Arthur was working, and he strode in cold-bloodedly.
"Mr. Bridgewater, the information of the photo you asked me to check has been found."
Arthur paused for a moment; his eyes sharp. For a while, he didn't even raise his head, just looking at the tip of the pen.
"Say it." After a while, he said calmly.
"Mr. Bridgewater." Lennard hesitated for a moment and then said, "The girl in that photo is not Sheryl Lancelot."
After he finished speaking, he handed over a document bag with both hands.
Arthur was silent for a while, then slowly took it and asked, "What did you find about her?"
"She's dead." Lennard looked solemn.
"Okay, I understand." He waved his hand, "You go out first."
Lennard looked at him solemnly, sighed slightly, and retreated.
Mr. Bridgewater is really an infatuated man. For so many years, he has been guarding the white moonlight in his heart. He never accepted any woman, including his ex-wife, Sylvia!
Now, it turns out that the current Sheryl Lancelot is not his white moonlight. He doesn't know when Arthur will be able to get out of this strange love circle.
After Lennard left, Arthur slowly took out the document and looked at it for a while, then put it in the drawer.
He reached out and picked up a cigar on the table, lit it and took a puff, without any emotion or sadness in his eyes.
But she left him alone in the world, what a cruel fate!
He stared at the white clouds on the horizon for a long time, imagining her sweet face. It was a pity because his eyes were so seriously injured that for a time, he thought that he would lose his sight forever and would have no chance to see her.
His eyes healed, but the fact remained that he never had the chance to look at her again.
He looked at it longingly
Suddenly, the cloud in the sky actually transformed into a woman's face. Gradually, the face became clearer and clearer, and his eyes widened.
It turned out to be a familiar face.
And that face looked very much like Sylvia.
He was startled.
Then the phone rang.
He picked up.

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