The Innocent Wife of Scheming President Chapter 295 The conversation between the two beothers

"Then you remind me of her divorce." Aoba Hoyle was puzzled. "I just want to remind you that she
hates the rich. Her ex-husband is from the Lynn family in Luo city. Although it is not an aristocratic
family, it has its own capital and status in this city. The reason for her divorce is because her ex-
husband is fickle in love and her mother-in-law looks down on her family background. Therefore, you
will be out of the game by her. She is not a woman who will fall twice in the same place. "Alan Hoyle
calmly analyzed.

"She doesn't know my true identity now." "Sooner or later, she will know. Now you are just a well-known
painter, and she still refuses to accept you. When she knows that you are the third young master of the
Hoyle family, there will be no chance for you.” "Brother, how can you prolong her ambition and destroy
my prestige?" He came to find comfort and encouragement, but in the end he was thoroughly refuted.
Alan Hoyle said, "I just ask you to recognize reality."

"Huh, I don't believe that I can't make a woman love me." Young Master Aoba Hoyle would act rashly
when he felt wronged. "If you are just going to conquer her out of anger, I advise you to dispel this idea
as soon as possible, so as not to be stuck at that time." "I don't want to make her detach herself. We
can be stuck together." Aoba Hoyle patted his butt and got up. "Brother, thank you. Your words have
made me more confident. Tonight, I will live here. Anyway, you have more rooms."

After that, he waved his hand upstairs. Alan Hoyle was still sitting on the sofa, his lips slightly curled up.
His brother like a demon king finally met a nemesis. Aoba Hoyle took a shower and lay on the bed. He
was idle and bored. He took his mobile phone and harassed Chloe Malan. He felt that this woman
made him unable to sleep at night, and he also wanted her to feel upset. If he has an insomnia, then
she must also have an insomnia.

Chloe Malan slept drowsily, and the phone on the bedside kept shaking, making the table tremble. She
didn't want to pick it up, but the phone rang again and again. Finally, the drowsiness was also shaken
away, and she held the phone to her ear without seeing who was calling, "Hey, who is it."



"Me!" Aoba Hoyle just said one word, but she already recognized him. "You don't sleep in the middle of
the night! Your nerve!" "Miss you." "You can go crazy in the lunatic asylum." Chloe Malan was in an
angry manner. Aoba Hoyle smiled, "I'm going to the lunatic asylum, will you come to see me?" "I will
ask the dean to put a chain around your neck, lest you will go out to bite people in the middle of the
night." Chloe hung up the phone and turned it off to avoid being harassed again.

When Aoba Hoyle called again, it cannot get through naturally, and he was so angry that he threw the
phone aside, thinking about how to deal with her. Early in the morning, the driver sent by Alan Hoyle
drove at the gate of the community. "Mrs. Hoyle, Mr. Hoyle asked me to take you to where you want to
go." The driver was about 30 years old and looked honest. She had met him several times, but she
never knew his name, so Olive asked. "What should I call you?"

"Mrs. Hoyle can just call me Peng." "Then Peng, let me send my daughter to kindergarten first, and
then I will go to work. Trouble you." "Mrs. Hoyle, don't be so polite. This is what I should do." At the
door of the kindergarten, Annie reminded her, "Mummy, let the uncle don't forget to send me a lunch
box." "I see, kid." Olive rubbed her daughter's head. When she arrived at Angel and passed the front
desk, two bright smiles greeted her, "Sister Olive, morning."

Well, she really didn't like the people around her calling her Manager Steele or Miss. Steele, that made
her feel uncomfortable.So it's better to take the warmth route. "Morning, two beauties, please work
hard." She smiled back and greeted them and walked into the elevator, but she felt that the eyes
behind her were following. Looking back, they were still looking at her, wondering. "Is there something
wrong with me?" The two waved their hands quickly, "No, no."

Olive looked down at her dress, and found nothing unusual. This dress was not new, and it was worn
last year. She shook her head, entered the elevator, and laughed secretly that she might think too
much. But why was the colleague in the elevator saying hello to her obviously more enthusiastic than
before? Then, when she walked to the office, a group of people also smiled at her, regardless of men



or women, their smiles were ambiguous. Yes, ambiguous, this word was really memorable. Olive finally
couldn't help but ask, "Is there a happy event today?" Could it be that the news that she became a
Angel’s shareholder spread? It's impossible, she didn't say and Mr. Geve hasn't had a meeting yet. The
office girl said, "Sister Olive, you are so beautiful today."


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