Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 90

I heard Patrick pressing the elevator button again. And soon the elevator came.

He entered it.

After the elevator left for a while, I was sure that Patrick had left. Then I turned around and apologized to Shelton behind me, "Shelton, I'm sorry. He vented his anger on you because of me."

"I'm fine."

Shelton said.

I looked up at him. Shelton looked at me through the transparent lens with his gentle eyes.

He seemed to see the tears in the corner of my eyes. And his voice softened as he said, "Patrick probably cares about you so much. That is the reason why he lost his composure. At least, over the years I have been in the Cowell Family, I have never seen him treat anyone like this."

"He doesn't care about me at all." I shook my head with a wry smile, "Living in the Cowell Family, whatever he wants, he can always have his way ever since his childhood, right? no one will say no to him. And no one will disobey him."

"It's not just him. Everyone in the Cowell Family is like this. After all, they were born in such a family..."

Shelton lowered his eyelashes slightly as he spoke.

I could see the disappointment in his eyes.

I wanted to comfort him. So I said, "Shelton, don't be sad. Like you, I didn't live in the Archer Family since I was a child. Later. When I went to the same college with Caroline, it was because I looked like her that they started to pay attention to me. In the end, I knew that I was not alone..."

I started to talk about what I had experienced endlessly.

Shelton listened to my words very seriously. In the end, he said, "Thank you for telling me your personal affairs. It's Patrick's loss that he doesn't cherish you."

It was late at night. Shelton and I said goodbye to each other and went home respectively.

That day, I didn't sleep well again.

The next day, I went to work with dark circles under my eyes. As soon as I entered the office, I saw my colleagues crowding together and gossiping about something.

I didn't want to know what they were talking about. So I went back to my seat.

But after I sat down, all of them looked at me in unison.

I looked over, sensing that they were looking at me. They exchanged glances with each other and gathered around me instantly. Then one of them asked me first, "Charlotte, do you have a sister?"

"I..." I subconsciously wanted to say no. But after hesitating for a moment, I said, "Yes."

My colleagues' eyes brightened when they heard my words. And they continued to ask me, "Is your sister going to marry Patrick Cowell, the President of the Towering High Group?"

My heart tightened. But I nodded as if nothing had happened.

Hearing my answer, they all said, "Wow, Charlotte, we didn't expect that you would come from a rich family."

"Yeah. That's right. In that case, aren't you going to become Patrick's sister-in-law?"

"How about you ask Patrick to introduce the rich young men who are single by his side to us?" "Yes, yes. I am in!" They kept babbling in my ears.

After they finished their words, I said, "I'm sorry. I don't get along with the Archer Family."

But they didn't believe what I had said. Instead, they thought I was making an excuse and refusing to help them.

They complained one after another and said, "We won't compete with you for Vice President Hyde. Why can't you introduce a few men to us? Are you afraid that we will find a better Mr. Right than yours?"

Hearing their weird and enigmatic guessings, I was silent for a while and said, "If I were from a rich family, why should I work here?"

As soon as I finished speaking, they seemed to be dumbfounded.

They muttered a few words and then left.

As soon as they left, I opened the page and searched the relative news online.

I found that the Archer Family seemed to have leaked this matter to the media reporters early.

Therefore, the stock of Archer's Group, which had been sluggish recently, climbed back a bit.

However, I only glanced at the news. Except for Rosy, the rest of the ones in these two families had nothing to do with me.

My life went on as usual.