Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 1378

"Of course not!" Vera exclaimed. Then she understood where Quill was going with it and said hurriedly, "Okay, I won't ask anymore, so don't ask me anymore either."

"What?" Quill raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her through the rearview mirror with amusement, "Can't take it anymore?"

"Yes, I surrender!" Vera raised her hands and said, "Just keep your eyes on the road."

In fact, Vera was rather pleased. At least after she drove Yulia out of the car, Quill did not ask about it nor felt sorry for Yulia.

He didn't even invite Yulia back to his car either. He really didn't take pity toward her.

Poor Yulia. Did she go too far this time?

Forget it. She should have taken a cab instead of asking Quill for a ride and even said things to upset her.

She deserved it!

Olivia had been troubled lately.

Since her Uncle Pollard met Sam at her grandmother's birthday banquet, he kept looking for opportunities to talk to Sam about a partnership.

However, he didn't know Sam personally, but Olivia did.

Yet, Pollard didn't dare to go to Olivia directly. Hence, he went to Olivia's parents.

He brought many gifts and said many kind words before explaining his reason for visiting.

Olivia wasn't extremely close with her Uncle Pollard and Auntie Fiona.

However, she had a good relationship with their son, Eason.

When Pollard first established his company, Fiona had to help out as well. It wasn't until they were more well off and had more free time that they'd visit Olivia's parents.

Eason also took care of Olivia well back in school.

So when Brenda told her the request of Pollard, Olivia was in a dilemma.

However, she thought about her relationship with Sam. It wouldn't have been a big deal if they were a real couple, but they weren't.

They had a pact when he agreed to be her pretend boyfriend. But none of it had to do with his work.

It was a headache to deal with that.

"Mom, I also want to help Uncle Pollard, but Sam and I aren't married yet. Wouldn't it be bad if I interfere with his work now? Uncle has a knack for business, but the company Sam works for isn't just any company. If something goes wrong, we wouldn't be able to afford to pay for the mistakes made."

"What are you talking about?" Brenda scolded her, "Who do you think Pollard is? He just wants you to help introduce him to Sam. Who said anything about interfering with his work? To be honest, I didn't want to say yes in the beginning, but your aunt came over every day with so many gifts. I don't know how to refuse anymore. Besides, they treat us quite well and have never made any requests before this, so how can I say no?"

This was true. Even Olivia wouldn't know how to refuse.

But if she didn't, she'd be the one in a difficult position.

"I don't know how to bring it up to Sam either. If anything, you tell Sam. I won't."

"You brat, he's your boyfriend, not mine. How can I bring it up?"

"I am not going to do it."

Olivia was stunned for a moment. She wondered if Sam had returned.

Then again, it was still too early. It couldn't be him. But who else had the key to his house?

The hair on the back of her neck suddenly stood.

Could it be a thief?

With that thought, Olivia looked around and finally went into the kitchen to pick up a pot.

If it really was a thief, she'd pound him mercilessly!

"Marcus, did we get the wrong house?"

However, what greeted Olivia was a couple's voices.

First was a woman's confused voice, then came a man's uncertain tone, "No... I don't think so. See, the key still fits the lock. If we are in the wrong house, we won't be able to come in." "Then why does the place look like this? It used to be bare when we came last time. But now, it looks like it belongs to a girl!"

"Ahem, could it be that Sam has found himself a girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?" the woman sounded sarcastic, "All he has in his head is work. There's no way he'd be able to get a girl when he doesn't even know how to please one."

The man coughed awkwardly and said, "Don't talk about the boy like that. He is a busy man; he just tends to neglect things when he's focused. Don't belittle him like that."

With that, the woman began to rag on again, one worse than the next.

"Am I wrong? Doesn't he know how old he is? All he knows is work. He's already not good-looking, then he even got himself a scar on his face. Who would want somewhat that ugly? How in the world did I end up with a son like him?"