Don’t Mess With the Rock Chicks

Chapter 77



Chapter 77

To Mrs. Evert, Jolene was a monster.

Her family background is not good, even complicated.

Stepfather is addicted to gambling, mother is incompetent, and there is a seriously ill younger brother.

It is difficult for such a family to enter the hall of elegance.

She is Bowen’s heart and cannot enter the door of the Evert Family.

Although Bowen did not take a position, Mrs. Evert made her position clear.

“Bowen, my wife and son can only be Viona. If anyone enters the Evert Family, your wedding march will be my sorrow.”

Mrs. Evert was only weak, but she said the same thing.

But her confidence in speaking out comes from Bowen’s filial piety.

Since childhood, their mother and son have depended on each other, and their father died early, leaving a mess.

As soon as my father left, my grandmother brought a few. relatives over to split the family.

Bowen was just a teenager at the time, and he couldn’t do anything except protect his mother.

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At that time, the Earth Group had been left with an empty shell.

After the audit was insolvent, those relatives slipped away again.

In fact, they can sell the company to pay off their debts and live easier.

But Mrs. Evert was so strong that she propped up the company alone.

Mrs. Evert worked hard, and Bowen worked hard to help her mother earlier.

Bowen’s cold summer jobs are to Earth Group management, work-study.

When I was in college, there was evening self-study here, and there was a video conference with the company’s senior management.

But most of the time, it was Mrs. Evert who held on.

So now the prosperity of the Earth Group is bought by Mrs. Evert with her life.

It’s not easy for a woman to walk in the mall, and those men won’t let her go just because she’s a woman.

How many booze houses have there been, Mrs. Evert drank down a table of men by herself.

Five years ago, she was diagnosed with a very serious kidney disease. Such a powerful person, Bowen could only watch her slowly lose weight and gaunt.

One day it will fall completely.

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So, Mrs. Evert knew in her heart that even if her son didn’t like Viona, as long as she told him, he would definitely marry her.

She has been walking in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and she has never been wrong.

It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t love Viona, all that matters is that he doesn’t.

If he loves a woman too much, he will sink.

She knew best how affectionate her son was.

Mrs. Evert went to sleep, and there were three nurses working shifts at home to watch Mrs. Evert twenty-four hours a day.

Bowen went back to his room and went to the patio to light a cigarette.

Let Jolene become a dry sister, he fully understood his mother’s intentions.

Mrs. Evert wants peace of mind, can he not give it?

But how to give it, he needs to think about it.

After smoking a cigarette, he dropped the butt and turned back to the room, took off his coat from the hanger, and left the Evert Family.

He drove to Jolene’s house, but he didn’t go upstairs, just sat in the car with the headlights on.

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From time to time, he glanced in the rearview mirror and could see a car parked not far away, with a figure swaying furtively in it.

He knew that this man was following him.

Who ordered it, Viona.

The man stared as long as Bowen was in the car.

The neighborhood was very quiet, and he could even hear the other party secretly calling Viona, his voice was

intermittent, and he couldn’t hear what was being said clearly.

It was past midnight, and Bowen saw that it was almost time, and drove slowly past the man’s car.

He pretended to be on the phone, and his voice was loud enough for the other party to hear: “You sleep, I’ll take your to a place tomorrow, and I won’t let anyone disturb us.”

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Early the next morning, Jolene got a call from Viona.

She asked her to go to Lingcheng, where the Oriental Group branch was, and asked her to deal with some things and get back the information of several important contracts.

Jolene washed her face, called Frank, and told him to take care of his own lunch. As for dinner, she didn’t know if she would be back in time.

Lingcheng is 300 kilometers away from J city. It is unrealistic to drive by herself, and she does not recognize the road. Viona did not send a car, so she can only take the high- speed rail.

It was almost noon when she arrived in Lingcheng, and she hurried to the branch.

When she was busy in the afternoon, she suddenly received a call from Mrs. Evert. At that time, she was so busy that her feet fell.

Mrs. Evert said, “Jolene, come over for dinner tonight when you have time.”

Jolene said, “Mrs. Evert, I may not be able to make it today, I’m still in Lingcheng.”

Mrs. Evert was stunned for a moment: “Can’t come back today?”

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“I don’t know what time it is, Mr. Fang asked me to deal with the affairs of the branch.”

Hearing that Viona arranged it, Mrs. Evert didn’t say anything: “Then you are busy, but the next time you come to the house for dinner will be after Bowen and Viona get married.”

Jolene laughed loudly: “Then I will congratulate Bowen and President Fang first.” Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

When Jolene hung up, everyone in the conference room was looking at her.

She laughed awkwardly and continued to work.

Jolene is busy from noon to evening, the work is not over, everyone is tired, said to do it tomorrow.

Jolene thought about calling Viona and said she might not be able to come back tonight.

Viona was very polite: “Thank you for your hard work Jolene, the hotel has been opened by the secretary for you, you can make do with it for one night, but unfortunately you can’t be my bridesmaid tomorrow.”

Viona’s tone was disappointed, and Jolene smiled: “I’m sorry too, I’ll try my best to get there.”

Viona paused. “You don’t have to rush when you’re busy.”

This phone call let Jolene know why she was here.

Tomorrow is Viona and Bowen’s wedding, and she’s afraid she’ll make trouble.


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