Chapter 43 The Appearance Of Ghosts

When Darren was reading a book in his study, Nola knocked on the door and told him that there was
something he needed to sign for. He frowned slightly and went downstairs, only to find that it was
clothes. Darren said unhappily, "They are not mine." His stuff was always sent by Sophie personally.

When the manager, who came to deliver the clothes, saw Mr. Darren, who could only be seen in video
meetings, he was so excited that the palms of his hands were sweating. He quickly said, "Mrs. An
ordered these in our shop. She wanted you to sign for it."

Darren looked at the bill, picked up the clothes and left.

"Excuse me." The manager called Darren. Darren stopped and asked, "What's up?"

The manager said, "Mrs. An left you a short note for you." Then he took it out carefully.

What was she up to? Darren opened the note and found it was scrawled, 'Darren, how many clothes of
mine did you tear up? Now you can compensate me." He noticed the complicated handwriting on the
paper, and he could tell how Amanda felt when she was writing. He clenched the note tightly and said
to the manager, "Send the bill to my secretary. She'll sign it later."

The manager nodded as a reply. He was pleased that the shop could be connected. Suddenly,
something occurred to Darren as he entered the room. He turned around and said, "If she buys other
clothes next time, just sent the bill here, but not the clothes. Ask her to take the clothes with her." She
neither want to pay nor to carry, how could it be so easy? Since he bought the clothes, he would tear it
up without hesitation.

When Darren went upstairs with the clothes, Nola was mopping the floor. She saw it and asked with a
smile, "Why are there so many things?"

"She bought clothes." said Darren.



Nola smiled and said, "It's time for her to buy some clothes."

"Do you also think she looks ugly in her daily clothes?" Darren suddenly opened his mouth. Without
waiting for Nola's answer, he mumbled to himself, "She's already ugly. I don't know if she has a better
taste now." Then he opened the door of Amanda's room.

The only thing in his mind was the day when he got drunk and opened the door of Amanda's room,
which was driven by alcohol. He had never been in that room after. The bay window was covered by a
light purple curtain. There was a blanket made of wool, several cushions, a tea table with a bunch of
flowers on it. It was really nice. These weren't here before, but it seemed more interesting now.

"Nola, I'm back. Wow, it smells so good." After hanging out with Maggie for a long time, the pleasant
scent made Amanda's stomach grunt for food. But she had to go upstairs and change her clothes
before eating.

Amanda found a pile of bags on the table, and muttered, "It turns out we have bought so many. So
embarrassed to ask for a delivery!"

But then she was relieved and fell on the bed immediately and shouted, "I'm so tired!"

She lay on the soft bed, rolling around and groaning. Suddenly, her phone rang. Amanda took it out of
her bag and sighed at the sight of the caller ID, "Hello, what's up?"

"The finance department said that there was a problem with our accounts and refused to give us
bonus. But we made no mistake. Mrs. Amanda, you need to deal with it." Nancy said in a stern voice.

"Ask the finance department to talk about the financial problem with me tomorrow." Then Amanda lay
back on the bed.

"But today is the deadline for bonus. You'd better call the finance department to confirm it." Said Nancy.



Amanda checked the time, "It's off duty now. It's private time. I'll talk to you tomorrow at work." she
added.

"But everyone is waiting for the bonus, as the bonus is offered the same day every month. Postpone
will be a burden for all colleagues." Said Nancy.

Lying on the bed, Amanda kicked her legs up and down. Hearing what Nancy said, Amanda laughed
and said, "Come on! Don't be kidding. The problem wasn't solved before off work. It must wait till going
to work."

Nancy's voice turned cold. Seeing that everyone was still working, she raised her voice intentionally
and said, "Mrs. Amanda, you mean that you are off duty now, and the company's business has nothing
to do with you. You don't need to care about it, right? We can do as we like, right?"

"Of course I don't mind. But it's not appropriate to bother others." Amanda responded with a stretch.

"Then how about the bonus? It has never been late before. Mr. Lionel was never like this before. No
matter what, this bonus is the reward that everyone worked hard for." Said Nancy.

Amanda chuckled and raised her voice, "Then we will go through an investigation! If anyone has any
complaint, just bring it out tomorrow. I'd like to know which part went wrong. A report makes so much
trouble. We can check it out one by one and if there is something wrong with anyone's work, he shall
hand in the resignation letter immediately." Then she hung up the phone.

Nancy was startled by Amanda at the end of the cell phone in her hand. Her face changed a lot. She
put her hand on her chest and asked herself. It was just Amanda, how could she be frightened by it.

"Nancy, what's wrong?" The people around asked with concern.



Nancy shook her head and said, "I'm fine." She went back to her office and looked at the report on her
desk. Her expression was unpredictable.

After the phone call, Amanda let out a sigh of relief. She complained, "There are so many traps at work
every day. I can't believe that they make a fuss about a casual remark dropped by superior."

Humming an English song, she got up looking for clothes to change with. After getting changed, she
made herself a glass of ice water. When she opened the curtain with a book half read, she was
shocked to see Darren lying on the bay window.

"Ah." Frightened by the sudden presence of the man, Amanda tried to keep her composure and said
crossly, "What are you doing here?"

"This is my home. Isn't it normal for me to be here?" Darren raised his head and said.

Amanda leaned against the window and explained, "That's different. The whole company is yours. You
seldom go to the ladies' room."

"You are such a smooth talker, Mrs. Amanda." With a smile on his lips, Darren stared at her.

Amanda frowned, "What's wrong with you hiding in other's room and eavesdropping? Besides, I'm not
afraid if you hear me. Anyway, it was what I should say."

"Why are you so agitated? I don't care about that." Darren leaned against her cushion and continued to
take a nap.

"I'm afraid that you will get agitated. After all, she is your lover's good friend. If you have a tender heart
for women, it is difficult for me to deal with them." Then Amanda put the cup on the table. Suddenly, he
stretched out his hands and held her waist. Then, he pushed her to the bed.



"Darren, what's wrong with you, again?" Amanda shouted in anger under him.

"What's wrong with me? Didn't you say that you were worried that I would care for others? Don't worry.
Today, I won't care about anyone else except you. Happy?" Darren caressed her face and smiled.


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