The Innocent Wife of Scheming President novel Chapter 213

“You helped me find a wealth and privilege man as if I don’t have to work, so ……” Olive Steele handed the folder in her hand to him, “Sign your name, please.”

Norton Geve looked slightly belligerent, and he stared at her with wide eyes, “Don’t you say it was not my fault?”

“Yes, but you have to sign it.” Olive Steele smiled and took a gold-plated pen from the pen holder and handed it to him.

“Then why did you resign?” Norton Geve threw his pen aside and pouted like a child, “It’s obviously that you have an opinion of me.”

Olive Steele winked, “I didn’t say that I’m going to quit my job.”

Norton Geve was stunned and could not wait to open the file, which was not the resignation letter as he thought but a new marketing plan of the hotel, and then he took a deep breath, “You scared me!”

Olive Steele skimmed her lips, “It’s you who pretended so well and made me played.”

“Did Alan Hoyle bully you? he promised me to take very good care of you, and I’ll not help him next time if he makes you embarrassed.” Norton Geve deliberately said that, and he could see that Alan Hoyle spoiled olive Steele.

Olive Steele was surprised, “What? Next time?”

“Oh no.” Norton Geve quickly waved his hand.

“Well, you have to treat me a meal.”

“Why?”

“You lied to me, and you have to make it up to me. I trusted you so much, but you betrayed me.”

Norton Geve hummed, “But you also found a fake boyfriend to fool me before, so how are you going to make it up?”

Olive Steele was embarrassed, and she had expected that he would mention it, “Anyway, you have to make up today.”

“Okay, treat you a big meal.” Then he signed the file and laughed loudly, which made the outside secretary look inside.

Perhaps his yearning for his daughter grew deeper as he grew older, and he only wanted to find her in his lifetime. Olive Steele, who was his daughter's age, was in his favor, and he always thought that he would have spent the rest of his life, compensating his daughter if she was so considerate. However, he did not know if he could wait until that day, and would he be forgiven even if he did.

Olive Steele was stunned and looked at him, unbelievably, “What?”

He passed out on the street before, and she took him to the hospital, she did not think it was cancer and only thought it was just some common diseases of the elderly.

It was just like an old saying that the affairs of the world are inconstant.

“It’s been diagnosed for over half a year, and the doctor said maybe I'll have one year or two. You sent me to the hospital last time I fainted in the street, and the doctor you saw was my attending doctor.” He was open-minded about his illness but worried about his wife, his missing daughter and his son, who lived abroad and was bloodless and worthless.

“Are you kidding with me?” Olive Steele could not believe it.

“I can’t curse myself.” Norton Geve laughed as if he did not care about his disease.

Of course, Olive Steele could feel his anxiety at the moment so much that he entrusted such a private matter to others.