Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 157

During breakfast, a large bottle of freshly squeezed grapefruit juice was placed at the table.

When Verian came down from the stairs, she frowned slightly and said, "Doesn't Little Jelly Bean not like to drink grapefruit juice? Why did you squeeze so much?"

The little one knelt in her children's chair with a peeled grapefruit in her little hand as she placed it in the juicer.

"Monty, Madam Leah said that eating grapefruit can replenish lots of vitamins. I don't like it but I want to squeeze it for you!"

Heaton chuckled as he raised his hand and rubbed the little one's head. "If you want to play with the juicer, don't make excuses. Stop squeezing and have your breakfast."

Little Jelly Bean pouted her mouth and snorted, but Verian was still moved by this "filial piety" and drank two glasses of grapefruit juice that morning.

The strange thing was that the juice on the breakfast table for the next two or three days was all grapefruit juice.

Little Jelly Bean seemed to be obsessed with grapefruit. Verian had to drink two glasses of grapefruit juice before going out in the morning, otherwise Little Jelly Bean would not let her go.

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Verian got off work early that day. As the Yash Company and the Fudd Group were close to each other, she went to Fudd Group to wait for Heaton to left work.

She had just arrived at the 66th floor and was about to enter Heaton's office when a clear male voice stopped her from behind.

"Little Lion?"

Unconsciously, Verian turned her head. She remembered that Zander Lucas was President Lucas of the Fudd's Overseas Department and a good friend of Heaton’s.

Zander pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and took a look at her. "It's really you. Are you here to look for Heaton?"

Verian nodded. "Yes. Good day to you, Mr. Lucas. Mr. Lucas, were you...addressing me just now?"

Zander smiled gently like a spring breeze and said humorously, "Yes. Apart from you, I’m the only one who’s breathing. If I’m not calling out to you, was it possible that I was calling myself?"

Little Lion?

Who gave her this nickname?

Wait, no. Was Little Lion not the name of that little stray dog!

No wonder Heaton wanted to name the little stray dog "Little Lion". She was wondering why would a little dog be named Little Lion!

When she reacted, she asked curiously, "Mr. Lucas, can I ask this? Why do you call me Little Lion?"

Zander touched the bridge of his nose with a long finger as he smiled ambiguously and provocatively. "This... You can ask Heaton about it."

When Verian turned to enter Heaton's office, Zander recalled. "Oh, yes, Heaton is having a meeting in the conference room. Go to his office and wait for him."

Verian's eyes trembled slightly. He was not in the office?

"Okay, thank you Mr. Lucas."

After Verian entered the office, there was no one inside. Heaton's laptop was open and there was a box on the table. She walked over and opened it. It really turned out to be the intelligence chip.

On the laptop screen was the Fudd Group's financial statements for this quarter.

By her ears, Yanni’s voice echoed－

"If you want the Fudd Group to lose even more miserably, you should work hard to steal the Fudd Group's financial statements and the production and sales strategy plans from Heaton's computer. If their production and sales strategies are known by others in this line of business, it would be a fatal blow."

Verian blankly stared at the bright computer screen.

What flashed unconsciously in her mind was the tragic picture of her father jumping off a building, and just as she wanted to stretch out her hand, the other half of her mind showed a picture of her being intimate with Heaton.

That night on Regent Island, when she learned of his death, she even regretted cooperating with Yanni. When Heaton safely stood in front of her, she was extremely happy.

Heaton forced her father to death. She should have been hoping that he would die, but why did she fall, over and over again?

Tears slowly fell from her eyes.

With their four eyes facing each other, one was at a loss while the other smiled calmly.

Heaton raised his hand to pull her dainty hand over and put the chip that he picked up from the ground into her palm as he said in a plain tone, "You seem to be very interested in this chip. You’ve been asking me about it since this morning. Now you want to secretly take it away?"

Subconsciously, Verian wanted to shrink his hands. "I… I didn't, I just..."

"If you’re so curious, then I’ll give this chip to you. It is not a very important thing."

She was thinking about what to say and had not even said anything for her to escape before Heaton had already generously given her the chip. After speaking, he even hugged her waist with his big hand and lowered his head to kiss her, joking about it as he smiled. “Why are you still so curious like Little Jelly Bean, hmm?"

Only god knew how fast Verian's heartbeat was now, it almost jumped out of her throat.

She secretly took a deep breath and said calmly, "Does Little-Little Jelly Bean also like to take this kind of thing?"

Heaton stared at her with his clear eyes. "Well, Little Jelly Bean often takes my things randomly and hides them. She even doesn't let me know about it. Did she inherit this habit from you?"

Verian forced a smile and squeezed out a pale smile. She placed the chip in her hand back on the table and smiled at him, pretending to be relaxed. "I just wanted to have a look. What can I do with this chip? I don't know how to use it. I don't want it."

Heaton glanced at the chip she had thrown on the desk and a dark light glided across his eyes.

"You really don’t want it?"

Verian pursed her lips and said, "I don't want it. What can I do with it!"

Heaton held her hand, frowning as he asked, "Why are you sweating so much?"

She quickly pulled her hand away. "I was a little hot just now."

Heaton looked at her quietly, and the more his trust grew in his eyes when he looked at her at the moment, the more guilty she felt.

"Oh, oh yes. I ran into Mr. Lucas just now and he called me Little Lion."

Heaton curled his thin lips. "They gave you the nickname, Little Lion."