C75 Daddy Can't Control Me

Daddy couldn't manage me

Clarie Scott's eyes reddened a little when she heard her godmother's words. She said gently, "Godmother, why are you bringing this up? You're my godmother, who else can I help? "It's not like you're asking me to work for you. You've given me quite a bit of money and helped me through this difficult time. I really don't have enough time to thank you. How could I dare to ask you to help me …"

"Don't worry, your godmother won't let you lose your job. Go, get busy. Your godmother wants to invite you to dinner tonight. Are you free?" Eleanor Cole said gently.

"I... I'm free tonight! " Clarie Scott thought about it carefully and felt that she needed more time to consult her godmother. Whether as a person or in terms of doing things, her godmother was her role model.

"Alright, it's a deal then. We'll talk about it after work!" Eleanor Cole smiled.

When Clarie Scott returned to her desk, Victoria Brown mocked, "Are you very familiar with Director Cole? Did she introduce you to work?"

"No …." Not really. She was a friend of my mother's. " Clarie Scott knew that the worst thing in the office was a backdoor connection.

"Clarie Scott, I have a customer who is very crafty and vigilant. Although you are a newbie, I believe that you will definitely be able to make new discoveries. How about this, I'll hand her to you. You'll be in charge of her design from now on." Victoria Brown had already guessed that the relationship between Clarie Scott and Eleanor Cole was definitely not simple. She intentionally wanted to make things difficult for her to show off her status as an elder.

"Okay, I'll contact her." Clarie Scott was not stupid. It was obvious what trick Victoria Brown was playing.

As a newcomer, she also knew that she shouldn't offend the old employees of the company for fear of being targeted by others.

Since she had a work project in her hands, it was actually a good thing for Clarie Scott. Many newbies would enter the company for half a year and during the end of the year exam, they would not be able to produce any results. In the boss' eyes, they were just a piece of trash.

Clarie Scott wasn't afraid that her opponent would make things difficult for her. She was just afraid that she would be left idle. Furthermore, she had helped Eleanor Cole design quite a few manuscripts and received Eleanor Cole's praise. She had some confidence in herself.

"I've arranged for her to come to the company tomorrow afternoon to talk about specific matters. At noon tomorrow, you will be the one to receive her. This is her information!"

Clarie Scott carried an introduction for the other party. It was a female celebrity with a bit of a reputation.

When she had time, Clarie Scott called Dempsey Wilson and said that she was going to have dinner outside at night.

The phone rang more than ten times before it was answered lazily by the man, his voice cold and without warmth.

"What is it?"

"I'm not going back to dinner tonight. Tell the children." Clarie Scott ignored his cold tone and went straight to the point.

"Not coming back?" Which man are you looking for again? " When the man heard her words, he was instantly enraged. Moreover, his tone was full of ridicule.

Clarie Scott hated him more now. Who the hell did he think he was? He was the father of children, not hers.

"Who do you think I'm talking to? I'm just telling you, I'm not going back to eat tonight. If the children ask, just tell them that I have something on." Clarie Scott replied in a cold tone.

"Clarie Scott, are you going to leave the child behind? How can there be an irresponsible mother like you? " When Dempsey Wilson heard that she imitated his tone to provoke him, his voice became colder and angrier.

Clarie Scott snorted lightly, "The children didn't say anything, you don't say so much nonsense, I was just eating outside, you speak as if I wanted to abandon the children, is it that serious? "Also, didn't you just tell them that what they need the most is you? Even if I don't go back to eat at night, the ones I love the most are still them, they can understand that."

Dempsey Wilson was rendered speechless by her words.

Actually, the meaning behind his words wasn't that the children would miss her, but that … Which man was she going to have an affair with again?

"That's it, I'm hanging up!" Seeing that the other party had stopped talking, Clarie Scott also didn't want to say anything more.

Dempsey Wilson's face was calm as he stared at the phone that was forcefully hung up by the woman. It was really against the heavens, they actually dared to hang up his phone first. You have to know, no one dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.

Dempsey Wilson also threw his phone onto the desk and got angry for some reason.

He pressed the button on the landline and said in a low voice, "Go, send someone to keep an eye on Clarie Scott and see which bastard she will meet with tonight."

When Isaac Corbyn heard his own family's young master's angry voice, he jumped in shock and quickly accepted the assignment.

Nightfall! In the entire city, the lights were bright.

Dempsey Wilson used to like to meet up with his friends after work to relax and play and drink.

But now, he had left his job half an hour earlier than usual, pushing away his good friend's phone invitation and hurrying home.

At this moment, the two little guys who had been in school all day were sitting in a row on the sofa, waiting for something.

"Big brother, look, it's getting dark. Why isn't Daddy's mother back yet? I'm starting to miss them." Emma Scott sighed and said sadly.

Frank Scott stared out of the window and frowned. "Daddy, Mommy wants to work. Do you think you can be as free as her? What's more, what's there to think about? You girls are really delicate."

Emma Scott was scolded by her brother for no reason at all. She tilted her head to the side and said, "Humph, I don't want to bother with you! I'll go get some cake from Uncle Rory. "

"Idiot Emma, I feel that it won't be long before you turn into a little fat pig. Look at you, your mouth doesn't stop moving from day to night." Frank Scott made a cute face at her.

"If I want to become a little pig, I'll crush you to death … "Humph!" Emma Scott glared at him and bared her fangs and brandished her claws.

Frank Scott instantly laughed happily: "You want to crush me to death? If you can't catch me, you'll walk like a tortoise. "

"You … "555, Scoundrel Brother, you bullied Emma, Emma wants to sue Dad." Emma Scott was like an agitated kitten, she stomped on the ground a few times, her small face was red and her small mouth was puffed up.

"Daddy can't control me, idiot!" Frank Scott immediately said with pride.

However, just as he finished speaking, a tall figure entered the room, followed by a man's low and intimidating voice. "Is that so? You already said that I am your father's land, so how can I not care about you? "

Frank Scott didn't expect his dad to hear his big words, so his shoulders shrunk.