C61 Give Her a Chance to Make a Living

When Bryant closed the door, Alice Scott's previous imposing manner immediately dissipated, and her face pleaded, "Clarie, you said you had no interest in Dempsey Wilson, why are you not leaving now? Are you attracted to him again? "

Clarie Scott hated Alice Scott's hypocritical face and felt that she was constantly wearing a mask with a myriad of expressions on her face. She didn't even know which face was her most genuine face.

"I'm not interested in him, but this is my problem. Why should I tell you?" Clarie Scott sneered.

Alice Scott knew that Clarie Scott had a stubborn personality. Furthermore, she had resented him since she was young, so even if she lowered her body to ask for help, she wouldn't help him.

"Clarie Scott, you really want to be enemies with me? "You better think it through. Our current identities are too far apart, it's not good to go against me." No, it's not good if it's soft. Since Alice Scott came to be tough, she didn't believe that Clarie Scott wasn't afraid of death.

Clarie Scott's expression changed slightly. She had to admit that this was Alice Scott's truest side. Ever since she was young, she liked to be above others.

"If I stay in the country, I'll be your enemy. Then I have nothing else to say." Clarie Scott no longer wanted to care about this unreasonable woman.

Alice Scott's expression turned even uglier. With malice hidden in her eyes, she said, "I'm warning you, don't be delusional and try to steal Dempsey Wilson away. You know how important he is to me."

"If someone can steal away the man, then he's not yours." Clarie Scott mocked.

Alice Scott felt like she had been stabbed by needles. Her heart was in pain, and she looked even more annoyed. "Even if Dempsey Wilson fell in love with another woman, that person definitely won't be you."

Clarie Scott felt that Alice Scott was a lunatic. Did she really think that all the women in the world wanted to obtain Dempsey Wilson's favor?

Clarie Scott no longer bothered with her unreasonable actions and walked out with large strides.

At the door, Bryant saw her tense face and asked with concern, "Clarie, did you have a fight again?"

"Brother Alexander, I'll be leaving first!" Clarie Scott was in a really bad mood. She walked directly towards the elevator.

Alice Scott suddenly swept the items on the table to the ground. The moment she thought of the fact that Clarie Scott had stayed behind, it was as if doomsday had arrived. She was terrified beyond belief.

After Clarie Scott settled this matter, she went straight home.

However, as soon as she returned to the Wilson Family Villa, she saw that in the living room, a man was drawing something on a piece of paper with his daughter in one arm.

Frank Scott, who was on the side, also watched happily, occasionally pointing fingers and pointing fingers.

Clarie Scott originally thought that Dempsey Wilson might not be able to deal with the two little fellows, but she didn't expect …

"Mommy's back!" Emma Scott saw Clarie Scott first and immediately jumped off Dempsey Wilson's leg in excitement. She ran over and grabbed one of Clarie Scott's fingers and pulled her forward: "Mommy, come over here and look. Daddy is painting for us."

Clarie Scott didn't want to go over and beat up the crowd, but she couldn't stand her daughter's excited eyes, so she walked over and pretended to appreciate it.

"What is this? Duck? " Clarie Scott looked at Dempsey Wilson's masterpiece and smiled.

Dempsey Wilson's eyes immediately darkened. He said with extreme displeasure, "This is a swan."

"That must have been before the ugly duckling turned into a swan!" Clarie Scott curled her lips.

Dempsey Wilson was originally in a good mood, but after hearing this woman's random comments, he instantly lost all interest in painting: "Come and paint, let's see how you can paint."

Clarie Scott immediately sat down by his side, took out a pen, and began drawing on the paper with nimble movements.

Dempsey Wilson had never experienced professional painting practice before. Being able to paint a swan like a duck was already quite good.

Clarie Scott, on the other hand, had been studying design all this while. When it came to painting, it was as easy as flipping her hand. With just a few strokes, she had drawn the soul of a swan.

"Mommy's so great, she drew so well." Frank Scott immediately clapped.

Emma Scott also propped up her face with her two small hands, looking at the swan that Mommy wrote with great interest, which was getting more and more beautiful.

Clarie Scott finished her painting and looked provocatively at the man.

Dempsey Wilson had no choice but to admit defeat and said lightly: "Fine, you win. Whatever you want, I will satisfy you!"

Clarie Scott was stunned as her beautiful eyes blinked twice. When she was drawing earlier, did she bet with him on anything?

"Mommy, quickly state your conditions, Daddy has already given you a chance." The little guy immediately began to jeer from the side.

Clarie Scott coughed unnaturally. "I …" I don't want anything. "

"Are you sure?" Dempsey Wilson raised his eyebrows slightly.

Clarie Scott nodded.

"What a pity. Initially, I had even thought of letting you work in Wishful Thinking Design Department, but since you said not to …"

"Wait a minute!" Clarie Scott's mind had been somewhat blank just now, but after hearing his words, her beautiful eyes slightly lit up. "You said you wanted me to work in the Wishful Thinking Design Department?"

"What is it? Didn't you already apply for the position? " Dempsey Wilson said sarcastically.

Clarie Scott glared at him. "If you hadn't stopped me, I would have taken this job long ago."

"It's not too late to go now." A dark glint flashed in Dempsey Wilson's eyes.

"Even if you didn't say anything, I would still have gone to the interview." Since she decided to stay, of course, Clarie Scott would look for a job.

The two little fellows, who were silent beside her, exchanged a smiling look when they heard their father and Mommy's conversation.

"We're going out for a meal tonight, do you have any objections?" Dempsey Wilson suddenly asked.

"We have no objections!" The two little fellows replied in unison.

Seeing Lil Thing's indescribable excitement, Clarie Scott knew that their hearts were already on the verge of beating. How could she refuse?

Perhaps she gave the children's lives too boring and tasteless, so any suggestion Dempsey Wilson made would make the two kids feel a sense of novelty and excitement.

Dempsey Wilson suddenly grasped an important piece of information. As long as the two kids didn't have any objections when making any decision in the future, this woman would basically not oppose it.

So that's how it was!

"Daddy, Mommy, you guys chat. I'm going to watch TV with Emma." Frank Scott took hold of his sister's small hand and planned to leave space for his dad and Mommy to improve their relationship.

Uncle Rory, who was beside them, immediately followed the two little guys: "little young master, should I watch it with you guys?"

"En, thank you, Uncle Rory!" The little guy politely but happily laughed.

The living room became quiet.

Without the noise from the little guy, Clarie Scott suddenly felt uncomfortable.

She raised her pair of beautiful eyes and accidentally bumped into the deep eyes of the man who was probing her. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Who did you see just now?" Is it that man again from last night? " The moment the little guy left, Dempsey Wilson's expression changed along with it. There was a trace of ridicule in his voice.