After divorce I am a billionaire

Melissa lowered her head and was really thinking hard about her question.

It did sound like it was extremely busy.

With the easy and leisurely life she had now adapted to, she was afraid that for a short time, she would not be used to it.

But she loved the game and when watching these professional players playing the game, she felt excited along with them.

This was a job that she should be very happy to do.

As for the exam, she thought she could take her time.

If she could not pass the exam this year, she would do it again next year.

Thinking clearly, Melissa's eyes looked firm, "Lyra, | want to try. | will try to do all that you said." "Okay, | believe you." Lyra gently patted her face, "Then why don't you stay over here today to get familiar with the environment? I'll talk to the founder of the club about the investment contract again. And I'll go talk to Keith for you. Don't worry." "Thanks Lyra," Melissa said with a soft smile.

"No problem." * Matton Corp in Frayton.

After working together, Micah had become skillful with handling any work Abigail asked him to do.

He was already a genius in medicine, but that didn't mean his intelligence was limited to medicine.

He had no interest in others before. If he set foot in the business world, perhaps there will be another powerful president at the top of the pyramid.

When he was working seriously, Abigail will always habitually glance at him twice.

His appearance, with mere glancing, was pleasing to the eyes.

Micah's hands which were typing, stopped and he worked quickly and efficiently on the last document.

Seeing him turn his head to look over, Abigail immediately withdrew her eyes and pretended to be looking at her computer screen.

Micah didn't notice her peeking but said seriously, "Ms. Matthews, can | get off early tonight? | have something that needs to be taken care of." Abigail: "All the work that was assigned to you has been done?" Micah nodded, "I have sent it all to your email. It's always available." "Oh, great." Abigail lowered her eyelashes gloomily, feeling vaguely lost.

He said he had to leave work early, so it was clear that he had to leave alone first These days, when the two worked, their relationship was just boss and secretary.

After work, it was the relationship of an unmarried couple.

Although she was forced to agree to the engagement, it did not mean that Abigail had forgiven him.

She agreed to let him chase after her for a year. Even a day less didn't work.

If Micah just talked and couldn't fulfill it, he would not be a good partner for her ultimately. She just wanted to test his heart through this method.

She was thinking resentfully and Micah had unknowingly walked up to her desk.

She hurriedly returned to her senses and pretended to ask carelessly, "You are in such a hurry to get off work today. Where are you going?" Micah did not answer immediately, but crossed the desk, walked to Abigail's feet, bent slightly, held the armrests of her chair, and looked at her at close range.

At such a distance, Abigail's heart abruptly missed a beat. She braced herself and asked, "What are you doing? Who taught you not to answer the leader's questions?" Micah had a light smile on his face, "Are you asking me questions as a leader or as a fiancée about where I'm going from work?" His voice still sounded cold, but his expression was more tender than before.

During this time, Micah was still persistently reading the books about love and could be a master about it.

Abigail could really feel the change in him. He could say more romantic words than before.

She blinked and looked at him, "What's the difference between these two identities" "Of course, there's a difference.” He thought about the titillating words on the book and smiled brightly, "If | say it to my boss, my arrangements after work belong to private matters. | should not tell you about this. But if it's my fiancée asking me about my private time, naturally | have to give an honest account.” "You're so glib. Where did you learn these tricks? You're getting more and more immodest." Abigail taunted but there was no disgusting expression on her face.

Micah ignored it and continued on his own, "So, did Ms. Matthews ask me, or did Abigail ask me about this?" She was serious, "Now we are in the company and | don't approve that. Before you leave work early, you are still my secretary, my subordinate. When you boss ask you questions, you should answer honestly. Do you think it is right?" Micah hid his lost feelings, straighten up, and said grimly, "I don't think so. It is not convenient to tell you about my private life." Abigail was speechless when she glimpse at Micah who was turning away and heading out the door of the president's office.

"Stand still.” Micah dutifully stopped, but didn't turn around.

During this time, although they were engaged, Abigail had never called him intimately in private. She always called him Mr.

Micah. Even when they were dating, they were distant.

"Even if it's your personal business and you can ask to leave work early, you should inform you boss roughly where you are going." Micah kept it short, "Going on a date with a woman." With a woman? He didn't say that it was with her, so whom was he asking out? Abigail felt weird and not too happy, "Whom are you going with?" Micah still didn't answer, and his broad back seemed to return to the cold and icy state before.

"Ms. Matthews, since you want to know my whereabouts, | will say what | expect.” After an internal struggle, Abigail compromised, "Okay, I'm asking you as a fiancée. You go off earl. Which beauty are you going on a date with?" Micah was satisfied. He turned around, walked back, bent down again, and pressed his hands on the arm of her office chair, "Not a beauty but an angel, my fiancée. It's your birthday. Do you forget it?" Abigail was stunned.

She didn't love birthdays and almost forgot there were such things as birthdays.

"How do you know my birthday? Did my mom tell you?" Micah did not hide, "She likes me and wants you and me to be together. When you chase after me, you can remember clearly my birthday and phone number. Now it is my turn to remember them for you." Abigail felt slightly moved again. She had to say, Micah had become more and more skillful at flirting. With his cool and good- looking handsome face, he was making her more and more defenseless.

When she didn't say anything, Micah had already taken the initiative to help her turn off the computer, "I discussed it with your mom last night. We won't go back for dinner tonight and we won't go back to live." He went to take Abigail's hand, "Come on Abigail. It's two hours before work. Let's go see a movie first." Abigail let him pull her up, noticing only the most important phrase in his words, "What do you mean we're not going back to live?" Micah didn't answer but helped her pack her bag.

Abigail looked at his cool and ascetic face in horror, "You don't want to... take me to the ... hotel, do you?" Micah didn't argue, "We are adults and unmarried couple. Dating is nothing more than playing, eating, sleeping. What other process can there be?" Abigail was speechless.

If she didn't know him and his character, she should really think that he was a pervert.

Surely, he was a nerd even if he had read a lot of books about how to chase after a woman.