Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

The two held the phone in silence for a while.

For Suzanne Baden-Powell, there were mixed feelings in her heart, including bitterness, regret, embarrassment, and deep regret.

As Robert John guessed, Suzanne hadn't had a good time these years.

Once, her current husband worked in a state-owned enterprise, with a good income, complete benefits, and even a little power. At that time, Suzanne was still working in the enterprise, and it was just getting along day and night. She fell in love with the powerful Baden-Powell .

But life is like a drama. Since Mrs. Thatcher came to power, she vigorously promoted the privatization process, and the state-owned enterprises became private enterprises. Unfortunately, Baden-Powell lost his job and became a laid-off worker.

Suzanne was not spared either, and the two suddenly became unemployed from the senior management of the company.

Sudden loss of the management job, high benefits and salary, it is hard for people to adapt, after several turnovers, the two did not find a suitable job.

But God always likes to play tricks on people. After the two spent their savings for a few years, when they wanted to find a job, they encountered a real estate crash. The entire British economy fell into recession, and famous college students couldn't find anything. For the corresponding jobs, they can only find some cheap jobs to make ends meet.

Even for a long time, the family had to live on welfare.

Maybe it's because of the injustice of fate, or because it's impossible to reverse the reality of becoming a commoner from a state-owned enterprise executive. Suzanne's current husband is also addicted to alcohol, smokes alcohol at every turn, and beats and scolds her when drunk.

It was as if she was the one who made Baden-Powell lose his job.

A woman will always be a woman.

Need care, need comfort.

After being beaten and scolded again and again, Suzanne would often think of her ex-husband Robert John.

He never scolded her, let alone beat her. When the two were poor, Robert John even secretly worked three jobs in order to buy her a favorite gold necklace.

When she was angry, Robert would always coax her. When she was happy, Robert would always laugh with her. Whatever she wanted, Robert would try his best to buy it for her.

Lady hats of the same style as Queen Elizabeth, to luxurious German cars.

Whenever she was sick, Robert would take great care of her and ask her how she was.

However, all that has become a thing of the past.

Countless times, Suzanne thought in her heart that it would be nice if Robert had a worse life than herself, at best, he became a homeless man.

But in the end, she saw a result she least wanted to see.

When she recognized Robert John in the park that day, Suzanne couldn't believe her eyes.

An elegant suit is from the Italian brand Prada. A set costs 5,000 pounds. The watch slightly exposed on the wrist is even more luxurious and expensive. It is the latest top luxury item from Patek Philippe and costs at least 600,000 pounds.

At that time, after Robert John admitted his identity, Suzanne almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

But she never expected that Robert John didn't humiliate herself at the behest, nor did she show off his wealth, nor did she grit her teeth with hatred like seeing an enemy, but generously gave herself 10,000 pounds.

"Robert, is that really you?"

"It's me, Suzanne, how are you doing?"

"It's okay. This is my husband, who works in Deen Industry, a big company. How about you, how are you doing? Why haven't you seen your wife?"

"Oh, I'm still single."

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Dern Industries, damn Dern Industries.

Baden-Powell is just delivering newspapers in a newspaper office now, with only five hundred pounds a week.

He is still single.

Thinking of the look in Robert John's eyes that day, a thought couldn't help but spring up in Suzanne Baden-Powell's heart.

Could it be that he still loves me?

It must be so, he must still be in love with me, I am so beautiful, he has always been obsessed with me.

Why does the boss want to meet his ex-wife?

Holding the phone, Robert John couldn't help but think wildly, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out why.

But it's not easy for him not to do what the boss told him. That guy hates others going against his will the most.

Robert John is very clear about Shen Jiannan's character.

Don't ask the boss what he doesn't say. What the boss is thinking must be in line with his wishes, and don't show your intelligence.

After several deliberations, Robert John spoke.

"Susanna. My boss wants to see you. I don't know if it's convenient for you now."

Suzanne was taken aback. His boss didn't know me, so how could he meet me. But in an instant, infinite excitement and ecstasy filled her heart.

An excuse, it must be an excuse.

It's so late now, he still wants to see me, he must want to.

Yes, it must be so.

His excuses were as bad as ever.

calm down!

She must not act too hastily, otherwise, she will look down upon her.

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, Susanna hesitated.

"It's past eight o'clock now, isn't it, it's too late."

"Well, if it really doesn't work, forget it, I will explain it to my boss"

Suddenly, Susanna became anxious.

"It's okay, where are you, I'll go find you now."

After finishing speaking, Suzanne Baden-Powell realized that she was too eager, and she quickly made amends.

"You can't let your boss down. As a friend, I can still help with this little favor."

Too.

With the character of my own boss, if he fails to complete his task, he will definitely find a reason to clean himself up.

"I'm in the hotel now. If it's convenient for you, I'll pick you up at your home."

He came to pick me up.

Thinking of the luxurious Bentley that Robert John drove that day, Susannah couldn't help feeling excited. The leather sofa must be very comfortable to sit on in such a luxury car.

But in case

Susannah glanced at Baden-Powell who was lying in the living room, drunk and asleep.

No, you must leave yourself a way out.

"Don't be so troublesome. I'll go out and take a taxi to find you now. Which hotel are you in?"

"Oh. I'm in the Wells Hotel, the presidential suite on the twenty-eighth floor."

presidential suite.

Susanna couldn't help taking a breath, like a girl who had returned to her youth, a sweet feeling came over her.

Sure enough, he really still loves me.

It must be so, he is the presidential suite specially prepared for me.

The big bed there must be very soft and big.

After hanging up the phone, Suzanne was full of expectations like a young girl, as if she had returned to the lush years of being in love.

She hurried back to the bedroom, picked up cheap lipstick and daubed it on her lips.

Thirty-one flowers for men, thirty tofu dregs for women.

Women are much less resistant to aging than women. What's more, white women are easy to look old. After thirty, if life is hard and not maintained, they will age faster than ordinary people.

Susanna is now in her fifties. Naturally, she can't compare with Girls' Generation. Looking at herself in the mirror, she feels very dissatisfied.

Her fair face was covered with brown age spots, and the corners of her eyes were also full of deep wrinkles.

In this way, it is really ugly.

After thinking for a while, she opened the box of foundation that she had been reluctant to use, picked up a cotton mop and applied it carefully on her face.

The hard work paid off, and under Suzanne's careful grooming, the annoying brown age spots disappeared, and the annoying wrinkles disappeared.

With a slight smile, she put on the most gorgeous outfit, picked up the Elizabethan hat that Robert once bought for her, and went out confidently with her handbag on her shoulders.

He will definitely be fascinated by me.

Wells Hotel.

A soft and delicate whisper came from the bedroom.

Licking a dog may be a natural thing, Robert John quickly pinched out the cigarette in his hand and walked into the bedroom.

Lucy Baden-Powell has woken up, her youthful and vibrant white skin is exposed to the air, just by looking at it, Robert John seems to be twenty years old again, and the blood is boiling in his body.

The two looked at each other, and as Lucy Baden-Powell exclaimed, Robert threw himself onto the big bed again.

Color is not charming, people are self-confident.

For Suzanne, Robert John loved deeply, deeply, and that kind of love lasted for twenty years. What's more, the appearance of Lucy Baden-Powell was too similar to that of Suzanne when she was young. Robert John was unable to extricate herself from being indulging in true love.

A fifty-year-old man is like a charcoal fire that is about to go out, but after removing the dust covering it, the high temperature lasts longer.

Time passed unconsciously.

Robert John forgot the time, indulged in the beautiful melody of love, and devoted himself to the great construction of love.

Ding Ding——

Ding Ding——

The piercing doorbell rang suddenly, and the clear and crisp ringtone made people frantic.

Robert John didn't want to pay attention to it, but the damn bell rang like a curse.

He had no choice but to wear a bath towel angrily, and stepped out of the bedroom in slippers.

The door opened.

A nightmarish existence stood outside the door, dressed in red, with a pale face, like a female ghost at night.

What was even more frightening was that when she saw Robert John, she opened her bloody mouth and laughed.

In the dead of night, when he suddenly saw such a terrifying creature, Robert John couldn't help but danced and screamed in terror.

"Ghost. Ghost!"