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Chapter 909

    Chapter 909


    Yvonne''s face went stone cold as she avoided eye contact with Liam, who she now clearly found


    repulsive.


    …


    At Gxy Corporation, Vania and Linda were astounded to see Hanson arrive with a group of


    construction workers. Moreover, the construction workers were trailed by a team of workers carrying a


    couch, a coffee table, and various other office supplies, one of which contained an exquisite tea set.


    Huh… Vania was left dumbfounded. Why does he bring the furniture over here if I am not relocating to


    a new office?


    Hanson ignored Vania''s perplexed stare and directed the workers to arrange the office furniture. Due to


    therge number of workers, the transformation of Vania''s office waspleted in under five minutes.


    Since they had been together for some time, he knew her preferences and refrained from bringing


    anything extravagant.


    At that time, a janitor arrived and scrubbed Vania''s office from top to bottom. Since a designated janitor


    cleaned the office daily, there was no way it could have a single particle of dust. However, Hanson


    insisted on having the janitor use disinfectants as though something soiled had been there, and he


    wanted to remove all traces of it. The disinfection process was time-consuming. It had been an hour,


    and Vania was convinced that if they scrubbed long enough, her walls would shine like mirrors.


    "That''s enough." He finally stopped the janitor.


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    After a convoluted chain of dubious procedures, Vania could finally express herself. "Darling, what are


    you doing?"


    Linda had the same question in mind. What is President Luke doing here? She had worked with Vania


    for several years, but she had never seen her boss look so perplexed, with her jaw almost dropping in


    surprise.


    Hanson shot her a look, and she understood the message and quickly bowed out to avoid being the


    third wheel. Ultimately, she needed to do what was necessary.


    As soon as the office door was closed, he leaned on the new couch leisurely and wrapped his arms


    around Vania. While he lifted her chin, he asked, "Did he visit again?"


    Naturally, Hanson was talking about Thomas. She immediately grasped the situation upon hearing his


    tone infused with envy. As it turned out, due to Thomas'' visit, he meticulously reced everything in the


    office. She decided that was the perfect time to fill her man in on everything. "I have already exined


    everything to him, so I am confident he will understand."


    "I doubt so." His tone was slightly sarcastic.


    It used to be said that men had the best understanding of men. He and Thomas shared a lot of


    characteristics; for instance, once they made up their minds about something, it was difficult for either


    of them to change their minds about it.


    Without responding to Vania''s previous statement, he demanded, "In the future, don''t meet him


    privately."


    She nodded in response. "Of course."


    After observing his wife''spliance, Hanson feltpelled to kiss her passionately. He was about to


    bring his lips to hers when there was a knock at the door. He clenched his teeth, seething. "You''d better


    have a good reason."


    He was very frustrated that he couldn''t kiss his wife. Linda could feel his oppressive stare at her


    through the door. She fumbled for words as the deadly intensity of his gaze overwhelmed her. "B-Boss,


    President Luke, Mr. Jones is here."


    Linda would never have interrupted their private time together if Liam hadn''t informed her that he had


    important matters to discuss with Vania. She was terrified because of what had just transpired.
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