The Impossible Divorce novel Chapter 19

A few days later, a long-legged girl with mixed blood walked into the company and locked arms with Brady. Sophia finally realized that Brady had really brought back a woman who "could fulfill her wife's obligations".

Now, Brady sat in his chair, while Villa bent down slightly and polished Brady coquettishly, "Brady, I've booked a very tasteful French restaurant. Shall we go to dinner together?"

Villa pressed her big breasts against Brady's arm!

Sophia, who was only separated from the president's office by a transparent glass, looked at Villa jealously.

Brady only lowered his head to look at the documents, and said, "I might not have time at night."

Villa joked with Brady, "Are you already married and do you go back to accompany your wife?"

Brady paused and said indifferently, "No."

Sophia expressionlessly threw the paper in her hand into the trash can. She muttered to herself 10,000 times, "I'm not angry. I'm not angry..."

In the end, Brady went to the restaurant with Villa's. Sophia scolded Brady countless times on the way home, but when she got off the subway, she was like a deflated ball.

What could she do? Brady was a tycoon with too much money. Villa was a noble. She was only a common people.

At this time, in the elegant French restaurant, there was exquisite decoration, melodious violin music, and warm yellow light which invisibly gave every man and woman in the restaurant romantic atmosphere, including Brady and Villa, who were currently sitting in front of the window.

Villa wore a long red dress wrapping around her hot figure. With a fork in her left hand and a knife in her right, she was gracefully cutting the ripe steak into small pieces.

Brady lowered his head, looked at his watch and thought that Sophia should have arrived home.

"Brady, please don't be half-hearted." Villa gently reminded of Brady when she saw his uneasy expression.

Brady raised his glass of wine and smiled, "This dinner time belongs to you and me, Miss Villa."

"Brady, I like you very, very much. The first time I saw you in France, I fell in love with you. Shall we be together?"

Brady said in a tone that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Miss Villa, you're drunk. We've only known each other for less than a week."

Villa drilled into Brady's arms and said in a daze, "Brady, I just fell in love with you at first sight."

Brady said in a cold tone, "... Don't make a fuss. What do you know about love at your age?"

Brady didn't know if Villa understood what he said. In short, she was holding on his hand.

Villa was the daughter of a famous overseas businessman, and Brady's company inevitably interacted with her father. He could not throw them away, so he could only walk out of the restaurant with Villa, and send her back.

At the entrance of the restaurants, Camille sat in an inconspicuous black car. She put away the phone that she had just taken a picture of Brady and Villa.