The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 92

She didn’t know if she could meet Jonathan when she really ran to the office building of Youngblood Group that afternoon. However, she didn’t know where else to find him.

Thinking about it, she really knew little about him and didn’t even know where he lived!

Yet, when Rosalie went to the Youngblood Group that afternoon, she found that she couldn’t even get in, much less meet Jonathan. She was directly stopped by the security guard.

Furthermore, when she said that she wanted to see Jonathan, she received the mocking gazes of everyone.

“If others say that they want to meet Mr. Youngblood and can meet him right away, then he would be too busy! There are many people like you who come to see Mr. Youngblood every day.

“Others want to see Mr. Youngblood, and at least they know to dress up. You dressed like this. Do you know Mr. Youngblood? Who would believe it?”

Rosalie looked down at her dress and knew that it was cheap and rough.

In the eyes of those security guards, she must be just a person who came to look for opportunities.

For Rosalie, the only stupid way she could use presently was to wait for Jonathan. Standing by the gate of the Youngblood Group Building, she adjusted her cotton-padded clothes.

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Rosalie rubbed her hands and blew a few breaths of heat on them from time to time. Her eyes were looking at the entrance and exit of the building, hoping that she could stay there until Jonathan came

out.

Of course, she also knew that there was more than one entrance to the building. However, what she could do presently was to guard the exit that he was most likely going to use.

Suddenly, Rosalie’s eyes lit up. She saw Carlos getting out of a car and going into the Youngblood Group Building.

“Mr. Gibson!” Rosalie shouted hurriedly. Speaking of which, Carlos was the only one she knew among Jonathan’s colleagues.

Carlos followed the voice and saw Rosalie. He looked surprised.

“Ms. Leighton, why are you here?” Carlos said politely as he walked to her.

“…” Rosalie bit her lip slightly with some embarrassment and nervousness on her face. “I’d like to meet… Mr. Youngblood. But I can’t get into the building. Mr. Gibson, can you please take me in to see him?”

Carlos pondered for a moment and then said, “Well, Ms. Leighton, come with me first.”

With that, Carlos led the way and Rosalie followed.

Those security guards who had laughed at Rosalie before were stunned.

“She… Did she follow Mr. Gibson in?”

“Look at Mr. Gibson’s attitude toward her. It seems that he is a little respectful of her!”

“Does this woman really know Mr. Youngblood?”

The security guards exchanged helpless glances, and they were all inexplicably covered with cold sweat.

Rosalie followed Carlos into the elevator and went all the way to the floor where the CEO’s Office was located.

That floor was quite quiet. When they arrived at the CEO’s Office, Carlos said to Rosalie, “Ms. Leighton, wait a moment. I will go in and inform Mr. Youngblood.”

“Okay,” Rosalie answered, lowering her eyes quietly.

After a while, Carlos walked out again and let Rosalie enter the CEO’s Office.

When Rosalie walked in, Carlos closed the door gently.

He would bring Rosalie in. Of course, it was not just because of what she said but because Jonathan cared about her. Perhaps Jonathan just wanted Rosalie to give in to him, but it looked obvious that something was wrong just now. It was also an excellent opportunity for Jonathan to reconcile with her.

Thinking of that, Carlos couldn’t help feeling better.

At that moment, a secretary in the secretary’s office came over and asked Carlos curiously, “Mr. Gibson, who is that woman in your CEO’s Office?”

After all, the woman’s dress didn’t look like a person who could walk in and out of the CEO’s Office.

However, Carlos just said faintly. “Don’t inquire. You will naturally know when it’s time to know about it.”

Before that, those who made mischief and spread rumors would face the wrath of Jonathan.

In the office, Rosalie stood nervously. She looked at Jonathan sitting in front of his desk and reading documents. She felt embarrassed.

Before, she refused to stay with him. She thought there would be no relationship between her and him after that.

However, she didn’t expect to embarrass herself so quickly. Only a few days passed, and she stood in front of him again.

Yet, presently he was someone who looked extremely unfamiliar.

In the huge office, he was wearing an ironed gray suit. He combed his bangs behind his head, revealing his full forehead. He frowned slightly and looked at the documents in his hand with his beautiful eyes half-lowered.

At the neck of his beautifully lined neck was the collar of his shirt and the navy tie.

His fingers were holding a black pen. When he held a pen and signed the document, it gave people an elegant feeling.

In the office, it was quiet for a moment until his voice broke the silence.

“Rosie, are you here to keep looking at me like that?”

Rosalie was stunned. She didn’t expect that he would still call her Rosie.

That name seemed to be ironic for her. She laughed at how naive she was back then to even bring him home and ask him to be her brother.

“I have something to tell you.” Rosalie licked her dry lips.

“Okay, tell me,” he said, but he was still immersed in reading the documents in his hand.

She hesitated for a moment and said, “Well, I hope to let my uncle Daniel and others go. They have also received a lesson when they were locked up these days I wanted to go to the police station to dismiss the case, but because this case had. always been intersected by your lawyer and the prosecutor, so… Please tell your lawyer.”

Jonathan slowly raised his head and looked at Rosalie. “I remember I gave you a choice before, but you said that you didn’t need to let them go. What? Do you want to go back on your words now?”

His gaze was as if he was ridiculing something. She only felt that under his gaze, even breathing felt suffocating.

After a while, she said, “Well, I want to… let them go.”

He reacted as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. “Who do you think I am? Should I do what you say? I gave you the opportunity to make a choice. Now that you made such a choice, it’s time to accept its consequences.”