Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 1833

A few days later, I heard that the official contract between Drover and Grant Corporation had been drawn up and that I just needed to choose a date for the signing ceremony.

The signing ceremony was particularly important for larger projects, especially since Drover was a celebrity within the circle. The influence possessed by both parties at the ceremony would inevitably attract a wave of media reporters. When the time came, the exchange between both parties would be equivalent to the project’s marketing. Once the project was finished, doing promotion work would be much easier.

"How are you, Madam?" Marius suddenly stuck his head in and greeted. I was taken aback.

I looked up. There was still some surprise on my face.' Why are you here, Mr. Klein?"

"Drover came over to talk to President Grant. I had nothing to do, so I came over. I happened to see you here when I was walking around the company. Aren't we destined for one another?" He winked at me, and I seemed to see sparks shoot out.

I ignored him and put the documents in my hands to one side. "If you wish to flirt with someone, please don't come looking for me. I am, after all, married."

After saying that, I showed him the diamond ring on

my ring finger. Under the lamp’s reflection, a few rays of light flashed at him.

Marius gave a thumbs up. "The ring that President Grant chose sure is shiny. But I'm not flirting. We’ve met so many times and are quite familiar with one another. Can’t we be called friends?"

"Friends who met by chance."

I still had my own concept for friends.

Some people were just associates.

Hearing what I said, Marius' expression fell as he sighed. "So, it turns out that you don't regard me as a friend, Madam. And I had thought of talking with you more. How disappointing."

His tone was so desolate and exaggerated that I did not know whether to laugh or cry. I looked up. "If you really want to be friends with me, then we should get to know each other more."

"That’s true. How do you think we should do that?" Marius tilted his head to look at me. His attitude was that of a child's.