Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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Chapter 825 Pregnant On the way to the company, Leslie recalled what Nora had said to him.

"Leslie, | have done everything you asked me to well and never obeyed you. How could | go to her? Besides, she's just a mad woman. She'll kill me!" There was a hint of fear in her tone when she said this.

He could almost imagine how thrilling it was when she narrowly escaped from Catherine.

The car stopped in front of the company building.

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The driver opened the door for him, Leslie got out and entered the hall and took the elevator upstairs.

Just when he entered the president's office, Josh came in, holding a pile of documents in his hands, "Mr. Eastwood, we have invited over 100 media to promote our products. Ms. Collins arranged for 60 of them on the first floor, do you know that?" "No." Leslie was not shocked. "Just let her." "Sir..." "The Marsh Group will be found to sell fake jewelry today," Leslie said, "Get the police ready in advance. They should arrive at about half past eight at the World Trade Tower. Catherine will take care of the rest." Josh nodded, thinking that there would be a chaos today.

Next door, in the vice general office, Catherine had just sat down in her chair when her assistant came in, "Ms. Collins, good morning." "Good morning." The assistant looked at her suspiciously, "Why are you wearing a turtleneck shirt? It's 32 degrees Celsius outside today! You might get rash.” Catherine looked calm, "I wanted to." The assistant smiled awkwardly. She had no idea, of course, that Catherine's neck was filled with hickeys.

She put down her bag, "Have you had breakfast? | brought some bread, and some milk. Would you like to have some?" Catherine indeed felt hungry and said in a much gentler tone, "Can 1?" "I have had breakfast." The assistant handed her the bread and milk and said with a smile. "My boyfriend bought these for me.

He didn't know | have had breakfast.” Looking at the happy smile on her face, God knew how envious Catherine was. She probably would never meet someone who loved her in her life.

The assistant put the food down on her desk, and when she opened the bag, the fragrance came and Catherine immediately felt nausea.

She quickly covered her mouth, got up, and rushed to the bathroom! "Ms. Collins!" The assistant was freaked, and then chased after her, "Ms. Collins, are you okay?" In front of the sink, Catherine stood there, retching.

The tap was turned on and the water was running.

"Ms. Collins..." her assistant was worried. They had to set for the launch soon. "Are you ok?" Catherine didn't know what was going on with her. She hadn't had much appetite recently, she always wanted to vomit, and the drowsiness...

After a long time, she scooped up a handful of water, washed her face, looked at herself in the mirror, her face was really pale.

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She wondered if she was sick.

"Ms. Collins..." the assistant looked at her and suddenly blurted out, "Should you be pregnant?" Catherine was stunned and turned to look at her, "How could it be possible?" She had been diagnosed to be infertile.

"Oh, right! You're still single!" her assistant said with a smile, "How can you be pregnant? But when my sister-in-law was pregnant, she had exact same symptom like you do. She looked pale and always felt nauseous." Hearing these words, Catherine felt a ringing in her ears. She calmed herself and cleared her throat. "Go and prepare. We need to set out soon." "Ok, Ms. Collins. You can take a short break." With that, the assistant turned around and left.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Catherine once again recalled what the assistant had just said. Pregnant? Her feelings were a little mixed.

She had been diagnosed to be infertile. This was a miracle. However, it was Leslie's child...

It felt like hell.

How could she take it?

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