Sweet Pregnant Wife: CEO Phillip's Fierce Love

Chapter 176 I am Cuckolded?

"Phillip, why don't I go inside to check out the situation?"

Unable to bear the suffocating atmosphere in the car, Aydan volunteered to do this.

As soon as he said this, he heard the sound of the car door being unlocked.

"..."

Aydan saw that Phillip still kept a straight face as if he had never done anything. The corner of his

mouth twitched. He opened the door and got out of the car.

Aydan entered the hotpot restaurant and sent back the waiter.

Not seeing Ann and Fred Anderson in the hall, he guessed that the two should be in the private room.

But there were so many private rooms, did he have to search one by one?

Just as he was deep in thought, a waiter pushed open the door to a private room next to him, bringing

the dishes in.

The twos sitting in the room were Fred Anderson and Ann!

Aydan's eyes lit up. When the waiter came out and was about to close the door, he handed over a

stack of red bills, which indicated that the waiter just left without doing anything.

The waiter looked at the bills and the narrow crack in the door. He struggled for two seconds and

immediately made a decision.

He accepted the money and left as if nothing had happened.

It was evident that he had done such a thing many times.

Aydan put the shop in the blacklist in his heart, and then sneakily leaned in front of the door to peek Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

inside.

He saw Ann with a big smile. She had changed a lot from a week ago.

Aydan was discontented.

This woman, didn't she say that leaving Phillip was because she had no choice?

Even if she was not as desperate as before, she could not fall into a heated conversation with another

man so soon!

He thought of Phillip, who was still at the entrance of the hotpot restaurant with a sorrowful mindset!

Aydan took out his phone and sent a message to the head of the perfume Research and Development

Department.

Then, he moved closer to the door and observed what happened inside.

Ann suddenly looked at her phone, the expression changing slightly.

Then, she said something to Fred Anderson apologetically and got up to leave.

The corner of Aydan's mouth revealed a smile of success, and he swaggered out, preparing to go to

Phillip's to take credit for his achievement.

Humph, with him around, no one can dream of cuckolding Phillip!

...

Inside the car, Aydan sat on the back of the driver's seat. When he saw Fred Anderson and Ann

coming out of the restaurant, he chortled.

"Phillip, can we go and have a meal now?"

But Phillip just narrowed his eyes and stared at Fred Anderson, who suddenly stopped at the entrance

of the hotpot restaurant.

Fred Anderson turned his head and looked at the Enzo Ferrari parked on the side. However, he was

separated by the car window, so could not see who was sitting inside.

But when he saw Ann, who was originally walking in a hurry, suddenly slowed down after seeing this

car with a complicated expression, he vaguely knew who was inside.

Fred Anderson curled his lips slightly with a mysterious smile on his face. He nodded in the direction of

Phillip, and then slightly quickened his pace to keep up with the footsteps of Ann.

Aydan witnessed everything in the back seat.

Looking at Phillip on the steering wheel, his blue veins bulging, he felt a chill down his spine.

He silently let go of the hands on the back of the driver's seat and shrunk back into the back seat,

trying to reduce his presence.

...

Ann returned to her company in a hurry, but only to find that her colleagues in the department were all

taking a nap in the office.

She felt perplexed, and she asked some of her colleagues.

"Didn't they say that the department would hold a temporary meeting and that all the members would

be present?"

"No, I haven't heard of a meeting," her colleagues said puzzlingly.

Ann was silent and looked at the text message on the phone.

It was indeed a text message from the head of the department. The head of the department was very

cautious, they wouldn't send a wrong message.

Could it be...

Ann suddenly thought of the Enzo Ferrari she saw outside the hotpot restaurant, her eyes trembled.

Since that incident at the hospital, all things were as he had promised to her.

They were in the same company, but she had never seen Phillip again.

She thought that he had really given up on her, but now it seemed...

Ann pursed his lips, stopping herself from thinking about it again.

In any case, as long as he didn't come to find her, it would be proper for both sides to maintain the

distance...

As Fred Anderson's assistant, Ann undoubtedly participated in the following perfume commercial

shooting and the subsequent perfume research and development.

For a time, some colleagues expressed their admiration for Ann but others secretly mocked her.

After flirting with the president, the woman also teased Fred Anderson.

Ann did not care about these rumors since early times.

She could not judge how Fred Anderson, as a businessman, was. But as a spice master, Fred

Anderson was undoubtedly extremely excellent.

The purpose of learning how to mix incense and accumulate experience in the Moore Group was to

have the opportunity to establish her brand in the future.

This was her father's wish and also hers.

Fred Anderson, who had already succeeded, was undoubtedly her best model.

Moreover, working with Fred Anderson was actually not as simple as others thought.

Fred Anderson was handsome and had a gentle personality, but he was not a dull person and could

even be called humorous occasionally.

However, people who were with Fred Anderson for a long time knew that if he is willing to maintain an

elegant image in front of you, he either didn't care at all, or he cares a lot.

One of the distinctive features of Gael Group, which developed so quickly these years, was putting the

shoe on the right foot.

Fred Anderson's attitude towards work was extremely strict.

Once there was a mistake, he would directly use harsh means to solve it. According to the degree of

mistake, someone who made a mistake would be demoted, or directly fired.

In contrast, the outstanding employees could have a salary bonus like the stock market, soaring to 60,

000 points.

Therefore, Fred Anderson requested that the commercial shooting this time, from ideas to clothes,

props and so on, all depend on their own team.

Because it was too difficult to find a temporary team that was suitable and could fully cooperate with

him.

At this time, the commercial shooting scene was full of enthusiasm.

The makeup artists hurriedly put on makeup for those with scenes. The stylists repeatedly compared

the clothes on her hands. The prop artists ran around with all kinds of items...

Gael Group's staff was obviously used to being exploited and could fully adapt to such a fast pace and

carefully complete everything.

Ann... obviously couldn't keep up with them.

She was slack-jawed as she looked at the scene in full swing in front of her. Everyone seemed to be

stepping on fast wheels as they quickly and succinctly completed everything.

Fred Anderson, on the other hand, stood in front of rows of gorgeous clothes and checked as the stylist

held a series of gorgeous clothes, comparing them to the actress of this advertisement.

One by one, many clothes were denied. Fred Anderson's handsome face was smiling, but the stylist's

forehead was gradually sweating.

The last clothes finally came, but the stylist was about to cry.

Fred Anderson suddenly turned to look at Ann.

"Ann, what do you think?"

She looked at the mixed-race female model.

"I think all clothes look good..."

With such a perfect figure and face, what clothes wouldn't fit her?

The heart of the stylist sank. With the boss' personality of pursuing perfection, it meant that all clothes

weren't qualified because they are not impressive enough.

When Fred Anderson heard this, he slightly retracted the smile on his face and turned to look at the

stylist.

"Change!"

Hearing this, the stylist looked a little troubled and she spoke cautiously.

"Clothes prepared this time are all here."

"What I was talking about is changing models."

Both Ann and the stylist were stunned when hearing this.

But Fred Anderson just turned and smiled at Ann.

"Ann, are you willing to be the heroine of this advertisement?"