Chapter 320 The Man Behind The Scenes

Since Consuela didn't like to talk about such topics, she changed the subject immediately. Her mother shot a glare at her, and then closed the door. She didn't answer any of her questions.

The door was closed gently. After all, she was a gentle woman.

Consuela stood up from her seat and looked at the lights on the road. The lights in her eyes went off.

When Richie went back to his office, he was surrounded by work. He kept working until two o'clock in the morning. He was reading a file. When he picked up his phone and saw the time, he felt very tired.

Then, he made a call to Consuela, but when the phone was answered at once, he was obviously displeased.

"Hello, this is Consuela. What can I do for you?"

Her voice was a little hoarse and she was still in a daze. Maybe she could hardly open her eyes, so she didn't even notice the caller's name.

"If I remember correctly, Miss Consuela, now it's two o'clock in the morning. What the hell are you doing?"

His cold voice brought her back to her senses. Without any hesitation, she hung up the phone, turned off the computer, lifted the quilt and went to sleep.

When she was hypnotizing herself, she saw a new message on her cell phone. Her eyelids trembled, but she didn't dare to read it.

It was another sleepless night.

She had wanted to take a bath and go to bed directly after Richie left, but she couldn't find a way to sleep. She waited until she was hungry when she counted the sheep. A commotion came from downstairs.

The voice was so loud that Consuela could hear clearly.

Frowning, she put on her coat and went downstairs. Then she saw her sister, who was very drunk, in the living room scolding the servant.

When the housekeeper saw her coming downstairs with a big belly, she quickly ran to comfort her, "Miss Consuela, please go upstairs now. Someone has gone to call Mr. Xia and Mrs. Xia just now."

Shaking her head, Consuela walked across the housekeeper and said, "Don't worry. Go and ask the kitchen to prepare a glass of honey for her. It's good for h

such a change. But now it was different. What kind of work did he need her to do?

Angie raised her glass with a smile on her face. She didn't mean much to apologize. "I'm sorry. I had some alcohol just now. My head hurts."

The man nodded his head to show his understanding. Then he said in a very low voice, "It's good for you to drink some red wine at night."

This man could always give a fatal blow when she let down her guard. And when she set up guard, he could make her nowhere to escape with his gentle appearance and indifferent care.

Angie smiled, hided the emotion in her eyes and asked formulaically, "I guess you must have something to tell me, right?"

"Sorry, I forgot the time. It's not an emergency. I'll call you tomorrow." The man said politely, raising the glass and taking a sip of the wine.

If he were not in the casual white shirt that he was wearing at the moment, she would doubt whether he was a gentleman that went back from the middle ages.

An affected gentleman.

Angie didn't take it seriously. She turned around and took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet to mix it. Her tone was gentle and soft, "Please say it first. I'm used to staying up late."

Compared with her image in front of Richie, Angie was more aggressive now. She looked more like a tomboy. This gorgeous woman had other expressions besides laughing.