Chapter 213 “Are you angry?”

“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.

At noon, they arranged for a Chinese restaurant and booked a box, ordering Huainan dishes made

by a new chef, which tasted better than the previous chef. Norton Geve began to speak and then

hesitated after sipped his wine.

“Come on. Go ahead.” Olive Steele was embarrassed and said.

"Actually, Alan Hoyle looked for me more than once.” He did look for him many times, and every

time he came in person, which showed his sincerity.

“I know it.” Alan Hoyle mentioned it to her and asked her not to grudge Norton Geve.

“In fact, in addition to being moved by his sincerity, there was another reason why I made up my

mind to have a bet. And you can say that I'm selfish.”

Well, Norton Geve won the bet. He called Alan Hoyle and confirmed something when Olive Steele

left his office. Fortunately, it was a happy ending, and he did not have to bear his soul's uneasiness

and self-criticism

“What's that?” Olive Steele cocked her ears to listen.

"He promised me to find my daughter within a year, so I was moved.” Norton Geve never thought

that Olive Steele was just a subordinate to him, but a confidant. So, he felt it was necessary to

confess to her.

Olive Steele was shocked when she heard that, and she remembered the jade pendant that she did

not see clearly, “There was no news as you had looked for many years, so was he able to find her?

Or do you have a time-limited bet?”

“I've got cancer, and I can't stay long in this world, but I want to make every possible effort.” He

sighed and looked upset. How sorry he was to have not seen his daughter before he died!

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.