Chapter 6 He always has someone he likes.

Unexpectedly, Margaret Henson was not worried about being recognized. The reason is that apart from visiting Grandpa Albert every holiday, she rarely appears in front of the Frosts. Robert Frost himself has never seen what his wife looks like, and no one else is interested in such a marginal figure as her. Thinking of Robert Frost's face, Margaret Henson smiled with a bit of chagrin. "Maybe I didn't do anything to make Mr.?". Frost is not satisfied. Ford Lewis likes good-looking skin, regardless of occupation and family background, in front of this beautiful woman whose eyebrows and eyes are particularly vivid, the tone is unconsciously soft. "How come? Your design is very artistic. Although Robert is in business, he didn't study finance at the beginning. He has a double degree, and the other one happens to be linked to art. He can't appreciate it. Maybe he is busy with divorce recently and is in a bad mood." Margaret Henson did not speak, but Zander Wood was surprised and said, "Robert Frost is married?" Ford Lewis nodded, "I got married early. When I came back this time, I heard that I had contacted a lawyer and was in a hurry to divorce." He rarely returned to the Frosts, especially as an adult, and had been out drinking, only knowing that although Robert Frost had been married under the arrangement of his grandfather, he had never seen the nominal sister-in-law. It was the first time Zander Wood had heard of it, and he couldn't help being interested. "I thought Denia Manor was a wedding room, but he was married long ago. It seems that he is going to live by himself." Ford Lewis beckoned them to sit down. "It's a wedding room. Robert doesn't like his sister-in-law now. He was forced to get married. He used to have a person he liked. Denia Manor should be designed for that woman." With that, he thoughtfully handed Margaret Henson a glass of juice. "When he comes, I'll show him your design. He should be interested." Margaret Henson took it and gave him a polite smile. "Thank you. If this can be done, I'll buy Mr.". Lewis eats. Ford Lewis liked her attitude of not being arrogant and impetuous. He couldn't help saying a few more words. "If you really want to succeed, you really should invite me to dinner. The design fee will not treat you badly, and you will work for me, Robert. Your reputation will certainly rise in the future." Margaret Henson nodded. Indeed, if this single can be done, it can be used to enhance the popularity, successfully break into the circle of Robert Frost's class, and then the whole studio's business will not have to worry about. The door of the box on the other side of the corridor opened, and the tall man walked with a chilling breath. As soon as I stepped in, my cell phone rang again. Seeing that it was Ford Lewis, Robert Frost frowned and did not answer. The man next to him caught a glimpse of his face and laughed. "What's going on?"? Who dares to provoke you when you first come with a cold face? The box is very big and there are many people, but there is also a class gap in Los Angeles. Robert Frost belongs to the top category, and all around him, without exception, are people in the center of power. The others, as early as the moment he came in, were sitting in the distance. Neo Prince handed over a glass of wine. The man's fingertips were white, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate and gentle, and he was quite leisurely. "Is it because of the divorce?"? I heard that one wouldn't sign. It's no secret that Robert Frost is seeking a lawyer for divorce. It's not going to be long before it reaches Grandpa Albert. Robert Frost took off his cufflinks and threw them to the waiter beside him. He sat on the sofa at random. His two long legs overlapped naturally, and his whole body was full of cold and domineering. "It was only a matter of time before she signed. She knew better than anyone why we got married." The tone is light, obviously do not want to say more. He was not unhappy tonight because of the nominal wife, but because of the woman just now. He couldn't figure out why she had been in that business for three years when her reaction was so jerky. It happened that some people at the next table were talking about their girlfriends. Men chat in private mostly meat and vegetables, Robert Frost never paid attention to these before, but inexplicably listened to a few words. So she's pretending to be pure? What did you do when you saw through it? "What else can I do? Let's break up. I don't know how many times the membrane has been repaired. If my friend in the hospital hadn't recognized her, I would have planned to marry her. As a result, the one in my stomach is not mine. I still want to be a cheap father for my child? Nice try. For these playboys, there is no shortage of money and time, and the only thing they can talk about is women. "Today's women are not simple, it depends on what you like, what is called'precise hunting '?"? Maybe that kid is still the kind of person you know. The purer he looks, the more he may play before. Robert Frost's grip on the cup suddenly tightened, Margaret Henson's low eyes flashed through his mind, and some fragments of last night poured into his memory, still clear, and a surge of manic depression came to his mind. It happened that Ford Lewis called again to urge him to go to the box downstairs, saying that he wanted to talk face to face.