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Chapter 27: 27, Having money, means one can be so willful.

Chapter 27: 27, Having money, means one can be so willful.

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“Wow, is it real or fake?”

“What is her relationship with the General Manager?”

“Is she the General Manager’s new girlfriend?”

“The General Manager has had many girlfriends, when did he change his taste?”

With these exchanges, the originally quiet office was becoming as lively as a bustling market.

Inside the bathroom at this moment, Song Qinghuan was rubbing her temple with a headache, calling her best friend Mei Jun: “Junjun, let me ask you, didn’t you tell me that the manager from Times Group who went to Jinghong Hotel that day was Zhao Jingnan?”

“What’s wrong? Didn’t you say you were going to work at Times Group today?” Mei Jun’s voice was very gentle and soothing, completely unlike her usual boisterous and carefree attitude.

From her tone, Song Qinghuan could tell without looking that she was with her boyfriend.

Mei Jun’s boyfriend, whom Song Qinghuan had met several times, was a handsome and elegant wealthy young man. He was always very courteous towards Mei Jun, but Song Qinghuan didn’t think their relationship would last because this rich guy was a playboy.

Song Qinghuan said unhappily: “The person in the private room that day wasn’t Zhao Jingnan.”

Mei Jun frowned and asked her: “If it wasn’t Zhao Jingnan, then who was it?”

Song Qinghuan said: “I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you now. Where did your information come from? Who was the person in the private room that day?”

“Who cares who he is? As long as it got you into Times Group, that’s all that matters. I’ve got something else to do now, bye!” After saying this with a laugh, Mei Jun hung up the phone.

“This heartless person who forgets friends when they have a lover,” Song Qinghuan couldn’t help but grumble. She had compromised her own marriage to join Times Group.

She really wanted to punch Mei Jun!

Song Qinghuan had wanted to use her break time at noon to go to the address that this ‘Manager Zhao’ had given her, to ask for clarification.

However, who knew that going through the induction processes in a big company would be so troublesome.

By the time everything was completed, it was already 1 pm, and she had to go back to work at 2 pm. She didn’t have enough time to go out.

She could only take a taxi after work.

Following the address, the taxi driver drove into a luxury villa district in A City, but after a turn, the driver suddenly stopped the car, pointing at a sign not far away and asked Song Qinghuan to get off.

On the sign was written: “Private Road, Invitation Only!”

Song Qinghuan was flabbergasted. Wealth allowed such self-will. A road could even be private!

Standing at the entrance of the road, Song Qinghuan walked a few steps in for the Nth time, and retreated out for the Nth time.

Should she go in? Should she not?

With her lips gnawed, Song Qinghuan sat down on a bench by the road, her hesitation growing. The gentle breeze tousled her long hair, which reached her waist.

At this moment, a royal blue Rolls Royce Silver Wraith pulled over next to her.

The car door opened, and a young man in his twenties, with a puzzled expression, walked up to Song Qinghuan: “Excuse me, are you Miss Song Qinghuan?”