His Beloved Mate

Chapter 62 Your Business Has Never Been A Trifle

Tears welled up in her eyes and Sunny cried, "I didn't provoke her! She provoked me first. My mother

had promised me that she would take away the new style of Eden, but Cassie still wore it to show off.

She even mocked me that I have two faces!"

Shawn was afraid that Sunny would cry the most. He didn't know what to do if she cried. Seeing that

Sunny was crying, Mary comforted her in a hurry, "Well, don't cry."

Mary turned to criticize Shawn, "What are you doing?! It's new year's Eve, and the whole family must

be unhappy, right?"

Shawn lifted his lips and said nothing.

Clenching her fists, Sunny stared at the bowl of soup unwillingly. Cassie, I'm not done with you!

As soon as Cassie got on the car, her phone rang. It was a strange number, but she still answered it.

"Hello, who are you?"

The woman on the other end of the phone quickly introduced herself, "Hello, Mrs. Dylan. I'm Yvette's

mother. We've heard about what happened today. I'm sorry that you're bothered by Yvette. We have

taught her a lesson. Mrs. Dylan, please forgive her."

Hearing this, Cassie's forehead twitched. She squinted at Cheryl and asked in a low voice, "Did you tell

Dylan again? !"

Cheryl raised her hand in a hurry and said, "It's definitely not me this time!"

It was the manager of the mall who did it. When the wife of the CEO came to shop, she was ridiculed

inexplicably. If the manager didn't tell the CEO in advance, the CEO would definitely blame him next

time when he asked. It was better to report it to the CEO in advance.

Cassie curled her lips and said, "Okay."

The woman on the other end of the phone hesitated for a long time before she said carefully, "Hello?

Mrs. Dylan, are you still here?"

Cassie replied, "I'm still here."

"Well... Please put in a good word for us in front of Mr. Dylan."

Cassie was speechless, but she still smiled politely and said, "Well. If there is nothing else, I will hang

up."

The person on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Okay."

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In the West Mountain Linyu

Cassie kicked the limited edition shoes on her feet and went straight to the study. Seeing her flustered

look, Belle asked Cheryl, "What's wrong with Cassie?" NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

"She is fine," said Cheryl with a smile.

Dylan was reading a book in the study when Cassie walked in with her bare feet. He frowned and

asked, "What happened?"

On her way back, Cassie saw the electronic screen. She asked, "Don't play dumb. Did you ask

someone to do the thing between Sunny and Yvette?"

Hearing that, Dylan thought it was something. "Yes, it's me. What's wrong?"

Cassie face darkened and said, "... There's no need to do that. I've punished Yvette as a warning to

others. Sunny is not a bad person. She was spoiled, and someone encouraged her behind her back."

Dylan said carefully, "You are my wife. No one can bully you except me. I'm glad that you can handle it

yourself, but if I don't show up, everyone will think that I don't care and then bully you even more."

After being stunned for a while, Cassie was suddenly moved. She curled her lips and asked, "Are you

free now? Why do you have to care about such a trifle?"

"Your business is never a trifle."

Noticing her coming up barefoot, Dylan walked to the door and picked up Cassie. "It's cold on the

ground. Why do you come in barefoot?"

Cassie awkwardly moved her toes and said, "Eh... I'm looking for you."

After putting her on the sofa, Dylan pressed the phone and said, "Belle, bring Cassie's shoes here."

"You set up a foundation in my name?"

"Yes. In order to build a good image."

Damn it! Sure enough, she shouldn't have too much fantasy about the capitalist. Anyway, in the eyes of

the capitalist, profit was above everything.

Belle brought the shoes to Cassie soon, and Dylan put them on for Cassie. She blushed, "I'm going

back to my room to write the book."

Dylan grabbed her ankle. Cassie asked, "What... What are you doing?"

"Don't move."

Dylan's voice was pleasant to hear. Then Cassie sat on the sofa nervously.

He took out a box from his pocket, opened it. Cassie peeked at it. It was a bracelet. There was a red

heart on the silver bracelet, simple and beautiful.

Dylan carefully put it on for her, "A gift for the new year. I don't want someone to say that I'm narrow-

minded."

Her wrist was very thin, and her skin was fair enough. It looked good on her.

Then Dylan walked back to the desk.

Cassie moved her hand and said with a smile, "... It's cold to wear it in winter."

Dylan looked at her, "I didn't ask you to wear it in winter."

All of a sudden, Cassie's face turned red. What the capitalist said was like she liked the gift from him

very much and couldn't wait to wear it.

She put on her slippers and cleared her throat, "Ah... I'm leaving."

As soon as Cassie closed the door, she leaned against the wall and was about to jump up. She smiled

and looked down at the bracelet on her hand carefully. "The capitalist has a good eye!"

In the study, through the monitor in the aisle, Dylan saw her silly look. Suddenly, he smiled.

After a while, he finally realized what he had just done. He cleared his throat and read again.

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B. S Shopping Mall

The soothing music was playing in the coffee shop. In a distressed tone, Cassie asked Flora, "Dear,

what do you think boys like?"

Taking a sip of her milk tea, Flora thought for a while and asked, "Are you going to give a gift to Mr.

Dylan?"

Cassie nodded. Courtesy demands reciprocity. 'Dylan gives me a bracelet. I should have given him

something else as a gift. Otherwise, I would be so embarrassed.' she thought.

Flora said, "Boys usually like games, perfumes and video games. But Mr. Dylan is different. Business

elites like him usually like suits, ties, pens?"

Cassie's face darkened and said, "... What's the difference between that and nothing?"

Flora said, "You have married Dylan. Why didn't you give him anything? As long as you give him a gift,

he will accept it happily. Isn't this the way in TV dramas?"

Cassie sighed, "Well, let's go. Go shopping with me."

In the evening, after Cassie returned to the West Mountain Linyu, she sneaking at the door of the

study. Seeing her like this through the surveillance video, Dylan couldn't help but stop the pen in his

hand and looked at her doubtfully. "What does she want to do again?"

A familiar voice came to her ears, which startled her. Cassie looked around in panic, "Capitalist? Where

are you? You scared me to death!"

Dylan looked down and found that he had accidentally turned on the microphone of the monitoring

system. He cleared his throat and said, "Well, come in."

Cassie pressed her lips, opened the door and walked in. Looking up at her, Dylan asked, "What are

you doing?"