Chapter 7 This younger brother was a little domineering!

All the employees of Queenie Group were shocked.

Their iceberg president, Queenie, unexpectedly fell out with the eldest son of the Holland’s family for a toy

boy?

Was she crazy?

The Holland’s family was the biggest channel of Queenie Group!

It was true that once a woman was overwhelmed by love, she would lose her mind.

Even a strong woman like Queenie couldn’t escape from this routine.

Rumors were flying.

Not in the mood to talk to him, Queenie directly pulled John out of the Queenie building. Unfortunately, she met Gary outside again.

Gary Williams was still the young man he used to be. He didn’t change at all.

The moment he saw Queenie, he knelt down and begged, “Sister, please give me another two hundred thousand dollars. This is really the last time. I swear!”

It turned out that Gary didn’t pay off the debt with the two hundred thousand dollars that Queenie had given him. Instead, he wanted to earn more. Finally he lost all the money again.

“Fuck off! I feel sick to see you!”

Queenie was in a bad mood. Gary happened to be shot, so of course he wouldn’t get a good result.

The Porsche roared and left.

On their way home, John looked at the serious side face of his sister and said with guilt, “Sister, I’m sorry!”

John admired himself for making his sister so worried on the first day he came back.

Queenie’s face softened. She said, “What are you talking about, John? It’s not your fault.”

She was fed up with Karl’s harassment, but she didn’t make everything clear because of his identity as a channel.

Even without John, this conflict would break out sooner or later.

“Sister, I’ve thought it over. The position of HR manager is not suitable for me.”

Creak-

Queenie slammed on the brake, turned around and glared at John, saying angrily

“Do you also mind those rumors? We do right as sister and brother. Why should we be afraid of being gossiped?”

She was really angry this time.

No matter what people in the company talked about her, Queenie didn’t feel hurt. But what John said made her very sad

sister, you

freedom. I’m really not fit to manage a company. It

with rumors.”

a moment’s silence, Queenie sighed and said,

a

I’m a little worried now. I don’t think Karl and Beauty Group

new product press conference before it was listed, with the focus

had happened recently, the press conference

Queenie felt a headache.

In Greenland Villa

lived was surrounded

she pushed the door open and the fragrance of flowers came to her,

away

looked around and said in surprise, “Sister, do

They seldom come back. If you hadn’t asked me to keep it

was a shirt with a cartoon pattern of

looked very cute

seemed that she changed from a cold goddess to a sister next door in an

living room. I’ll cook for you.”

sister. You can just cook a bowl of noodles for

it too

of snacks. You often cook noodles for us secretly with Grandpa Wodehouse’s pot. I’m really happy to recall the taste of our

“Well… Okay!”

a pretty cook. She worked in

two bowls of steaming

praised, “Oh… Sister, the noodles you cooked are still the same taste as before. I haven’t eaten them for

cook it for you for

left in the bowl,

John stood up first and said, “Sister, let me do it. Your hand is so delicate that it is

John, you are so

smiled with relief and said, “Then I’ll take

she went into the

after the shower, Queenie

to take her

been a man in the house before. Queenie would come out after taking a shower, not only

but also her sisters.

into the washing machine, Queenie was

whether she should wear it or

white bath towel and was about to sneak back to her room when John was watching TV, but

“Ouch!”

“Sister, are you okay?”

“Don’t…”

the word ‘come’, John appeared in front of her, and her pretty

John was also stunned.

What happened?

heard her scream, he immediately ran over and saw her fall to the

What?

a moment’s daze, when John came to his senses, he suddenly strode forward and picked up

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