Savage Love On His Wheelchair

Quentina's delicate face instantly beccontorted as Linda walked in carrying a shopping bag, her left cheek still burning and

hurting to this day.

"Miss Fischer, these are the clothes the president ordered to buy for you!"

Cold eyes swept over the shopping bag in her hand, Quentina took the dog shopping bag in her hand and walked towards the

bathroom.

With a soft sigh of relief, Linda then turned around and left the office.

To her, Quentina is like a heavenly darling, no matter what she did wrong, there will be someone behind her to help her clean up,

while they have to serve them with fear and trembling even if they are aggrieved, the speople, but only because of their birth

and destined for everything.

"Linda, this is the invitation to the annual meeting that the president wants, you are confirming it, if there is no problem then

please give it to the president to sign!"

The planning manager said with a smile as he handed Linda a document.

Linda opened the file and looked at it for a while, nodded and said with a smile, "Good work, I'll have the president sign it when he

comes back, or let you prepare as soon as possible!"

"Thank you, this year's annual meeting is a week earlier than in previous years, and the people invited are half as bad as in

previous years Kevin, tis indeed a little tight!"

"Isn't this year an exception? No matter what, we just have to do our best to get our part done!"

Now almost the entire C city people know that The Grant family young master Wilson and The Harris Group's MissyRosemary will

hold the wedding of the century on the day of New Year's Day, as for the wedding site has not yet been announced, everyone has

been speculating that Wilson is planning to give the bride a surprise.

"Who is this Karen? How cshe's on the VIP invitation list?"

"Show me!"

As soon as Linda's words left her mouth, the document in her hand was already snatched by Quentina.

Quentina looked at the three words on the list and felt a distinctive sting.

She tang Missy of the Qin family, but can not compare to a vain love of the countryside from the maid in his heart, what he really

took her for.

"Miss Fischer, is there something I'm doing wrong with my planning?"

The news of Joseph and Quentina's engagement has been known in C city for a long time, and the senior management of S Group

knows it even better, in their minds Quentina is their boss's wife.

With a faint glance at the planning manager, he threw the document on the table and left.

The two men looked at each other and both revealed a look of helplessness.

"Good morning, Rosemary!"

Rosemary woke up early in the morning to see Marcy sitting in the living room. The two seemed to be ready and waiting for her

alone.

"Sorry, | got up late!"

"It's not that you're up late, it's that we didn't sleep at all!"

Last night the two of them chatted and chatted, unknowingly the day had dawned slightly, but fortunately the two were too lazy to

go back to sleep, directly on the sofa squinted for a while, and then got up.

"Cover for breakfast!"

Wilson set up his breakfast and spoke to the two men standing and talking in the living room.

"Let's go!"

Standing up, Marcy spoke to Rosemary.

The two walked together to the table and sat down. Rosemary took a sip of milk, took a piece of toast and took a bite, and said,

"It's late at night, why don't you guys go to bed?"

"Why do you sound like you're acting a little weird?"

"Yes?"

Looking at Marcy, Rosemary asked rhetorically.

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"We were discussing last night about going up to the mountain today, and we didn't expect it to be light out while we were

talking."

For Rosemary, Wilson knew her well enough, and if he didn't explain clearly in time, who knows what would be going through her

mind.

Seeing him so nervous explaining, Marcy hooked her lips and smiled, "You're too nervous too, are you still worried that Rosemary

won't believe you?"

Wilson tugged at the corners of his lips, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a nice smile.

After breakfast, the three drove to Bailinzhai.

Bailinzhai is actually a small town in Yuncheng, and it takes about an hour and a half to travel from Yuncheng to Bailinzhai, and it

takes about three o'clock in the afternoon to actually arrive at Bailinzhai from the morning.

As the car drove to a stop at the foot of a hill, Rosemary looked at the winding mountain road in the distance and said, "Why did

the road stop halfway through?"

"I heard that the people of the White Forest Cottage do not allow the repair, saying that their ancestors have cthis way and do

not want to break the current rules of life."

Wilson, who was standing next to her, explained softly.

At that moment, a middle-aged man cdown from the mountain road, and upon seeing Marcy, he respectfully shouted, "Mr.

Meyer!

"Paul, please!"

"Mr. Meyer is very serious, it's just a hand up, Mr. Meyer you don't have to be polite!"

The middle-aged man called Paul was very respectful to Marcy, and it looked like they had a good friendship.

"This is my good friend Wilson, and this is his wife Rosemary, the purpose of our visit has been made clear toinside the

phone!"

"Hello, I'm sorry for your trouble!"

With a slight nod, Wilson said politely.

"Mr. Grant you are welcome, you are looking for the person | have already started to help you scouting to go, | believe there will be

news soon!"

Paul took out three sets of clothes from the bag and handed them, and spoke: "The White Forest Walled City is very repulsive to

outsiders, in order to save unnecessary trouble, we first change into their clothes, it happens that tomorrow is a good day for the

White Forest Walled City owner to marry his daughter, so there are more people on the mountain these days, we can just take this

opportunity to go up the mountain."

"That's better, saves us a lot of trouble!"

Marcy took the clothes and handed the women's outfit to Rosemary and the other men's outfit to Wilson.

After the three of them had changed their clothes, the three of them started walking up the hill.

"Paul, how long have you been living in White Forest Cottage?"

Wilson looked at Paul, who was walking in front of him, and spoke slowly.

Paul smiled slightly back and said, "I've been here for six years, and if | hadn't met Mr. Meyer back then, | wouldn't have survived

until today."

Thinking about the past, Paul couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

Patting him on the shoulder, although so many years had passed, Marcy knew he had never given up.

Rosemary followed them and saw the intense grief in Paul's eyes, which was quickly gone but still visible to her.

Intuition told her that this Paul had an untold story to tell.

Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the road, Rosemary couldn't help but say, "Didn't they say that the White Forest

Village doesn't like to associate with people from outside? How cthe fortress owner still invites so many people from outside?"

"That's because the man asked to be sure to invite their friends outside, plus the young lady every day to make a fuss, the fortress

owner had no choice but to agree."

Wilson and Marcy looked at each other and heard Rosemary ask again, "And where is the man from?"