President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

“I know, don’t worry, I won’t let her.” Nick clearly didn’t want to talk much about this woman.

Elizabeth also knew her son well enough that he really wasn’t interested.

But as the saying goes, don’t be afraid of thieves stealing, be afraid of thieves thinking.

Anyone who knew what her family’s situation was right now, with a second round of funding coming up, surely they wouldn’t want to give up Nick as a backer.

Trying to get a divorce right away to get out of this mess was harder than it looked.

Nick hung up and put the phone down faintly, “Poppy, ten minutes. What did you want to ask?”

Completely unaffected by the phone call he had just received, Victoria answered in a businesslike manner, “Mr. Andrews, what are your future plans and what kind of sports does your loved one like? Reading books or yoga? How many children are expected after that?”

These can affect the layout of a room. The layout of the room was best based on the habits of the owner.

Nick was stumped by these three questions.

“Lover?” As soon as the word came out, a face came back to his mind, but she didn’t really count as a lover.

The kids?

He’d never considered it, and didn’t think any woman could bear him children.

His gaze fell on Victoria’s jerkily.

Victoria froze, probably knowing what he was thinking, and respectfully replied, “Mr. Andrews don’t worry, I took the pill after that night and won’t get pregnant.”

Declan came in just in time to hear this. His tray nearly got unsteady as he wobbled with a cup of coffee.

He barely steadied himself, then looked over at Victoria.

Victoria was so far beyond his knowledge of women. Most women would be thrilled to see Nick’s face. And she was probably the only one who can be so calm after having sex with Nick.

It was as if Nick was not being viewed as an attractive member of the opposite sex at all.

Men had a strange desire to win or lose in this area. The fact that she was so senseless after that made Nick wonder if his skills in bed were lacking.

Nick leaned back, his posture cool.

As if Victoria hadn’t noticed the strange atmosphere, she saw Declan bring over the coffee and nodded politely, saying thank you.

“Mr. Andrews, you haven’t answered my question. This will affect my design thinking, so this must be communicated clearly to you.”

“Poppy, just set aside all these questions. With a house of more than a thousand square feet, even if I have three children in the future, there will still be enough space for them to have fun, won’t there.”

Three kids?

How much did this guy love Claire Rodriguez!

“Does Mr. Andrews have any special hobbies?”

Nick’s eyes quivered for a moment before he whispered, “No.”

He was surely a boring man.

Victoria stood up, the inquiry was over and it was time to leave, “Then Mr. Andrews, please hand me the key, I’ll go and inspect the site.”

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Victoria’s lips pursed at the corners; she didn’t know when Nick’s birthday was.

The information on Google could also be wrong, what month was it?

The way she frowned as she started thinking was so obvious that Nick’s heart sank for no reason.

“Well, Poppy, you don’t even research basic information about your clients before meeting them?”

Victoria fluttered her eyelashes, “I’m sorry, that was my fault.”