"Just..." Song Xu looked at Chairman Moore hesitantly, not knowing if he should answer in front of Monique.
Anyway, this was all about Monique.
When Chairman Moore investigated directly, she kept it a secret from Monique. She probably didn't want her to be sad.
"Just what?" Monique asked anxiously.
Song Xu didn't say anything for a long time.
Monique knew that it had something to do with her.
She looked back and saw Henry nodding at Song Xu.
Only then did Song Xu say, "For the photos on the big screen at the Mid-Autumn Festival gala, Chairman Moore asked me to investigate the manipulator behind this!"
"What does it have to do with Sacha?" Monique was even more confused.
Since even if Sacha knew that she had been kidnapped, it was impossible for her to have photos of her being kidnapped.
Suddenly, a person's name appeared in Monique's mind.
Cindy!
The person who had planned to kidnap her.
Seeing her crying miserably, she finally let go of her.
"Did Cindy ask Sacha to put the photos on the Mid-Autumn Festival gala?" Monique frowned.
But that didn't make sense either.
Sacha was not an employee of Marriott International. No matter how powerful he was, it was impossible for him to put the photos on the evening party of Marriott International.
Song Xu shook his head. "It's not like that, Madam."
"Don't call me Madam. Just call me Monique!" Monique interrupted Song Xu.
Song Xu kept calling her "Madam" from time to time.
Monique was really not used to it.
However, before Song Xu could say anything, she felt a chill all over. "What's wrong? Do you think you embarrassed as my wife?"
The corner of Monique's mouth twitched.
“I didn't mean that, okay?”
In the past, because of Li Sheng's incident, they had been in such a bad mood. In other words, there was no enough trust between them.
Monique looked up with her elegant and beautiful face and stared at Henry unblinkingly with her black and white almond-shaped eyes.
She bit her lip slightly and looked at Henry with sadness in her eyes.
Henry's heart suddenly tightened. She narrowed her dark eyes and slightly lifted her thin lips. "I believe you!"
Each word was very clear and sure.
Monique curled her lips. "No matter what I say and do, do you always believe me?"
Henry paused for a moment and looked down at Monique with doting eyes. "Yes!"
Henry said indifferently, but his tone was domineering.
If Henry blurted it out directly, Monique would feel a little perfunctory.
But just now, Henry did not speak immediately. Instead, he thought for a moment before answering her.
"Even if I want to sell you out, do you believe me?" On Monique's pink and tender face, there was a pair of big watery eyes with a smart look.
Her hair was short and neat, and her eyebrows were long and thin. She was as beautiful as a painting.
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