Chapter 137 A private party At the party.
A young man and a young woman stood in the buffet area, their mouths almost never stopping, giving people a feeling that they had not eaten enough for a few days.
The young man, in particular, gobbled down the food as if he didnât even bother to go to the dining area. He picked up the buffet plate and directly ate it.
And compared with others, the two of them dressed very casually, without any sense of solemnity.
The two were, of course, John and Queenie.
The two of them had a heated discussion about whether they would come to this party or not. In the end, John won and hid the invitation in case of being torn apart by Queenie.
Queenie didnât understand what John was doing.
It was obvious that Carlos was malicious in this private party. If John went, he would bring disgrace on himself. Why did John insist on going?
She had no choice. Since John was going, of course she couldnât watch her brother being humiliated, so she followed him.
When they arrived at the party.
John went straight to the buffet area and started to eat directly without saying anything, which stunned Queenie. She quickly asked him to pay attention to his image.
âWhat kind of image do you need in front of a group of thieves?âJohn replied.
Hearing this, Queenie also joined the team of John. It seemed that she vented her depression on these foods. But she was a girl after all, she was more gentle than him and her belly was full after a few bites.
As for John.
He was like a reincarnation of a hungry ghost, and polished off the food, so terrifying.
A department manager of the Hanmi Group couldnât stand it anymore. He walked over with sullen and said, âGuys, please show me your invitation.â
The guests in this private party were all the senior executives of the company. Obviously, these two people were not the management of the company. The Department Manager suspected that these two people sneaked in to drink and eat. Judging from the way they ate, it was like a battle.
âCarlos invited us.â
John answered while stuffing the food into his mouth, but he didnât take out the invitation at all.
The Department Manager frowned and said, âif you are invited by Mr. Branton, you must have invitation, so please show me...â
âYou are fucking annoying. Why donât you let me have a good meal?â John said impatiently.
Hearing this, the Department Managerâs face darkened and said, âIt would be very hard to do for me if you donât show the invitationâ
Since John refused, he was more sure that this guy sneaked in.
âHard to do? Then donât do it!â
John suddenly became unreasonable and kicked down the buffet table, which scared Queenie, but soon she realized that John was deliberately making trouble!
As expected, the Department Managerâs face turned pale. He called several security guards to arrest John.
The noise attracted everyoneâs attention in an instant. Carlos also pushed away the crowd and came over. âWhat happened?â
The department manager said respectfully, âthese two people behaved weirdly. I asked them to show me the invitation, but this guy overturned the table.â
Slap!
As soon as the Department Manager finished his words, an invitation covered with oil suddenly flew from a distance and stuck to his face.
âIsnât this an invitation? Why does Mr. Branton still invite us here since he doesnât even allow us to eat anything? Is this how Mr. Branton taught you to treat VIPs?â
The department manager took off the sticky invitation, with a trace of anger in his eyes.
âWhy didnât you show the invitation earlier?â
Slap!
Before the department manager could finish his words, Carlos slapped on his face and said, âshut up! You are so blind. Apologize to distinguished guests now!â
The Department Manager held back his anger, but he didnât dare to refute Carlosâs words. He had to grit his teeth and said, âIâm so sorry to misunderstood you Carlos waved his hand around and said, âletâs all disperse.â
All of a sudden, the onlookers around left as if nothing had happened, and the Department Manager also left with a depressed face.
After they all left, Carlos said, âyou must be John, right? I received the message you asked my sister to bring to me that day. God is watching your every move. But I never believe in fate. I only believe in myself.â
Carlos had investigated John.
An orphan in Sunshine Welfare Center.
He was the younger brother of Queenie.
He was a famous doctor from New York.
Other things.
There was no need to investigate.
Of course, even if Carlos wanted to investigate, he could only find some superficial information, which were some identities that John disdained to hide.
âYou shameless bastard!â
John didnât say anything, but Queenie scolded Carlos first, her eyes full of coldness.
âWhy did you say that?â
Carlos didnât get angry at all. Instead, he looked at her with a big smile on his face and couldnât help but marvel in his heart, âwhat a beauty! Even if she doesnât dress up today, she is still stunning.â.
If could put such a woman on the bed and take off her coat, it would be a real peak of his life!
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ï¤Chapter 2078 Carlosâs eyes made Queenie extremely unhappy. She raised her eyebrows and said, âyou know what I mean. How could you steal the formulation by dirty means? How could you be so shameless?â
âMiss Yeats, you wronged me.â
Carlos said shamelessly. âIâm afraid that you are too tired as a girl, so I take the initiative to share the pressure for you. You should praise me for being considerate, instead of calling me shameless.â
âShame on you!â
âHa ha, Miss Yeats, you are not only beautiful, but also so cute when you curse. I really want to have a drink with you.â
âWho wants to drink with a shameless man like you?â
Queenie was angry. âWhat kind of person is this? He is so shameless. I have already scolded him like this, but Carlos still looks happy. The more I scold him, the more he seems to enjoy it.â
Pervert!
At this time, John finally opened his mouth and said, âCarlos, I see that you are smiling so happily. You must be in a good mood, right?â