Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 789 How about I just quit?

Andrew smashed another bottle of wine.

His face was really ugly, even uglier than when he knew his mom was killed by Hank.

He never dreamed that Ralph, when he was so badly injured and when he learned that his wife and

others were in trouble by Ian, could still have a clear head and make secret plans.

The company has been eating up F.Y. Entertainment without realizing it.

It was his carelessness.

He is also too complacent and forgetful.

Ralph this level of opponent, how can he be so simple to get rid of.

Andrew was chagrined in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface.

"When is the board meeting?"

"Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, at SFLE Media's office."

Andrew looked up: "What?"

He looked as if he hadn't heard, and as if he couldn't believe it.

The assistant also thought that Ralph was too crazy to come back from the dead and provoke Andrew

by moving the board meeting of F.Y. Entertainment to SFLE Media.

This is not provocation is what.

"Sir."

Andrew took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, turned his head and said to his

assistant: "You prepare, I want to see, Ralph still dare to play any tricks."

"Yes."

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On the other hand, Ralph and the others finished the conference and turned to go to the hospital.

On the way, Lottie was distracted.

When Ralph saw her like this, he couldn't help but feel distressed.

He said, "Don't worry, Connie will get back on her feet and make up with you."

Lottie froze for a moment and lowered her head to look gloomy.

"Is it really possible?"

Ralph nodded, "Of course."

Lottie was reluctantly reassured, her brow softened a bit, but there was still a vague concern.

Ralph could not but give Elijah and the others in the car a wink.

When it comes to comfort, it's the little ones who are more healing.

Elijah quickly understood, to Ralph than a "yeah" gesture.

The gesture indicated that Ralph owed him twice.

Once was the scene, and the other was before he helped the network to deepen Andrew, and even

behind the scenes a variety of push.

Son are debt collectors, Ralph nodded helplessly.

Elijah then sat up and gestured to Fabian to speak.

Fabian always listen to Elijah, see the situation and then leaned on Lottie's side.

"Mommy, is Uncle Barton and Auntie Connie together?"

"So should I call Auntie Connie little aunt or Uncle Barton aunt?"

Fabian's words succeeded in diverting Lottie's attention.

She thought for a long time and replied, "Not yet, but it should be soon."

"When the time comes, you'll be called Aunt Uncle."

Ralph raised his eyebrows, "Why do you call him Auntie, you should call him Little Aunt."

Lottie: "I've known Connie for years, she's my best friend, and Alfred is going to like her, so can't we

just accommodate?"

"But Alfred is their real cousin uncle."

Lottie is not happy: "So?"

Ralph: "......"

Stella reached up and tugged on Ralph's shirt and said, "Daddy, Uncle Barton turned out to be my

daddy, can't I call Auntie Connie Mommy Connie?"

Lottie & Ralph: "No way!"

There's only one daddy and one mommy, and they can never be confused!

Stella beamed and finally didn't retort.

Lottie then softened her voice and advised Stella: "Maybe you can recognize them as godfather and

godmother."

"......"

With the three kids gagging, Lottie really forgot about her previous worries and troubles and got into a

new topic.

Ralph quietly gave them a thumbs up.

Elijah gave two more fingers, a reminder.

Before they knew it, they were at the hospital.

The car door opened and two people greeted them next to each other, both teary-eyed.

It was Howard Holland and Sean.

"Mr. Chapman."

"Mr. Chapman, it's really good that you're okay." NôvelDrama.Org © content.

For these two assistants, Ralph's heart is still quite guilty.

Patting them on the shoulders respectively, he said, "Come on, what do grown-ups look like when they

cry and cry."

"Come on, let's go up first."

Sean found back to work in a second.

"The hospital we have contacted, as long as Miss Houghton is willing, immediately send her abroad to

receive treatment, can ensure that all her wounds heal, and will not leave scars."

Lottie's eyes lit up: "No scars?"

Sean shook his head.

"So is this considered plastic surgery?"

"Not really, just a degree of medical aesthetics."

Lottie was relieved.

Sean added, "But Miss Houghton is in a very negative state, and the doctor said she is very

uncooperative, which has a very negative impact on her body and her wounds."

Ralph "tsk", Alfred still does not help ah.

He looked at Lottie.

Lottie nodded solemnly: "I'll persuade her."

Ralph patted her face, "Don't push too hard, if she doesn't want to talk to you, don't take it to heart."

"Don't worry."

Sean and Howard Holland had set up long ago, with bodyguards escorting them all the way, isolating

special access so no one else would find out about their trip.

Lottie then got out of the car and headed for Connie's hospital room.

On the verge of the door, she took a deep breath.

Turning back.

Ralph and the kids shook their fists at her, telling her to cheer up.

Lottie nods and gathers the courage to knock on the door.

Footsteps sounded from the room, then the door was opened and Alfred's long form stood in the

doorway.

"That, I ......"

Before Lottie's words were spoken, Alfred took two steps back to make room.

Lottie froze and looked to Alfred.

"Not coming in?"

"Come in, I'll come in."

Lottie glanced back at Ralph before stepping into the ward.

Alfred bent down and picked up a kettle from the side and said, "I'll go get some hot water, you guys

talk."

With that, he went out, leaving Lottie and Connie behind.

Lottie had already seen that there was a water fountain in the ward and a separate bathroom next to it,

with hot water available 24 hours a day.

I don't know what kind of hot water Alfred was using.

The heart muttered, but the surface did not say anything, and looked at Connie lying on the bed to

avoid her gaze.

"Connie, are you ...... okay?"

Connie still does not dare to turn his face back, two dry smiles: "I'm fine, already recovering. On the

contrary, you, why not in the crew shooting, instead of running around."

Lottie: "I wanted to come and see you first."

"What do I have to look at? Filming is important. This is your last movie, and it's directed by Director

Swan, so it's a rare opportunity."

Lottie looked steadily at Connie: "Filming is important, but you are more important."

Connie's words stuck in her mouth for a moment.

Lottie was a little sad: "Connie, can you look back at me?"

Connie immediately reached up and covered her face, which was like a stress reaction.

She was afraid of Lottie seeing her now, and even more afraid of seeing pity or fear in Lottie's eyes.

She didn't want people to pity her, much less her best friend who would dislike her.

"There's nothing to see, I watched your launch earlier, you're in great shape."

"By the way, one more thing. With Mr. Chapman by your side, you won't have to shoot in the future,

and I don't think I'll be needed as an agent either."

"Why don't I just quit."