Chapter 29: A Coincident Meeting

"Don't forget to treat me for a meal." Alan reminded her behind her.

Olive turned around and walked back a few steps closer to him. "Mr. Hoyle, it is said that you and your
fiancee Miss Meyer, will soon get married. If someone said accidentally that you have an ambiguity with
the female clerk, you are not afraid of her sadness, but I am afraid she will cut me with a knife."

She stared at him without fear, half laughing. Her heart ached badly, but she still wore a light and even
slightly ironic look on the surface.

It was she who had been unable to let go.

Alan gave her a slanting eyebrow. "I helped you. Shouldn't I ask you to treat me to a dinner?"

That reason was so magnificent and reasonable, but there was no such a person to ask for thanks. His
face was really so thick unlike ordinary people.

Why hadn't she noticed it before?

Just about to speak, the voice of the Chloe suddenly came, a little jokingly, "Olive, who is this
handsome man? Do not you introduce him?"

Chloe smiled and could not hide the ambiguous light in her eyes. She just looked at Alan curiously and
quickly made marks on his appearance. He was really good-looking. She thought Lynn and Ivy were
handsome enough. Unexpectedly, there was even better looking men standing there. Even if he was
still motionless, he was a bright scene. It was hard not to get noticed. What's more, he drove a
Maserati.

When Olive's eyes fell on Annie who was held by Chloe, her face changed slightly, and she felt not
good in her heart.



Annie was not afraid of strangers. She went to Alan and looked up. "Uncle, you look really good."

Even the child was bewildered by the evil face.

Although her daughter prefers to herself in appearance, Olive was still afraid that he maybe find
something. Sweating in her hands, she dared not act rashly.

"Annie..." He was the daddy you missed. But please forgive Mommy. I couldn't tell you yet.

Annie turned around and pulled at the corner of her dress. "Olive, is this your friend?"

The Chloe also looked inquiringly.

Olive suppressed her uneasiness and tried to calm herself. "He pays salary to me."

Alan frowned slightly. The child who was several years old called the adult's name? That was the first
time he heard about it. Whose child was her? Her?

He looking carefully, the girl's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be somewhat similar to hers. Just he
trying to confirm it, the little fellow turned her head at the woman next to her. "Mammy Chloe, what's the
paying salary to Olive?"

"It's the boss." The Chloe quietly looked down at Olive.

Olive pretended that she didn’t see. At this moment, she slightly loosened. It was better to let him
misunderstand.

And Alan, his heart that fell inexplicably. The child was not hers. If she was married, he would not like
to see this. He would not like to see her laughing in the arms of another man, or the harmony of her
family of three.

He, involuntarily treated her as that girl, but was it really her?



The little child came up to him again, graciously hooked his finger and shook it twice. "Uncle, can I ask
you something?"

Alan didn't like children very much. He thought children were noisy without end. But the lovely girl in
front of him was clearly just a strange child he met for the first time, but his heart was somehow soft.
He squatted down and said, "What's the matter?"

"Can you stop Olive from working overtime all night and going home late? Grandpa said that everything
the boss allowed would be all right." Annie said naively.

Alan smiled softly. "You tell my uncle what your name is and how old you are. I will promise you."

"Oh, I'm Annie, a little beauty. I'm four years old. Children and teachers all know me in the kindergarten.
They all praise me for being beautiful, but I still think you are the best-looking."

Chloe turned a white eye. It was a real apple polisher. She praised herself and coaxed adults.

Alan couldn't help smiling. It was common to have a woman infatuated with his look, but it was the first
time that a child praised it. It was said that children said what they liked. Her vivid words were much
better than those delicate voices and whimpers.

"Tell uncle why you give Olive..."

When he asked, Olive looked pale with fear, and quickly pulled her daughter, "Annie, you can't pester
uncle. It is impolite."

Alan raised his head, and his doubtful eyes swept across her face.

Olive was hoping that he would leave at once and she put Annie in her arms. Then she said, "Mr.
Hoyle, thank you. I've already arrived. I'll invite you to dinner when I have time."



"You said it. Don't default." Alan was thoughtful.

"Am I that kind of person?"

Alan suddenly leaned to her ear. "Even if you were that kind of person, you can't escape it."

Olive stepped back a little and said with a fake smile, "yes, you are the boss. Of course, you have the
final say."

"If you're not well, don't come to work tomorrow. I'll give you a day off." Alan said generously again.

Olive thought, if employees met such a boss, it was lucky, but she didn’t know how long she could
enjoy it.


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