President Brown's Rebellious Wife

10 a.m., executive office of Vic Media.

"Nancy, our new movie is short of funds. Find Francis Jones for hundreds of millions!"

A hot woman with big wavy curly hair opened the door. She, June Taylor, was another partner of Vic Media and the best friend of Nancy Moore.

"A few hundred million? Do you really know how much it is? My relationship with him is not so good that I could borrow hundreds of millions from him!" Nancy Moore glanced at her and said angrily.

"Sleeping in the same bed for three years in total and no improvement of your relationship has been made. Look at you!" June Taylor stared at her exasperatedly.

Three years ago, Nancy Moore's grandfather passed away suddenly, and his biological father contended with her for the right to operate the company, leaving Moore Media at risk of bankruptcy.

At such a crisis, Nancy Moore did not turn to Francis Jones for help.

It was still June Taylor who couldn't bear it anymore, resigned, and took her mother's dowry to invest in Moore's, helping Nancy Moore recapture the company's management rights. Nancy Moore took the initiative to rename Moore Media as Vic Media.

Now it was just a new movie short of funds. She would rather persuade the investors than speak to Francis Jones.

Nancy Moore supported her face with one hand and said casually, "Or, if I kick Francis Jones out, would you please introduce me another rich guy who could invest in our new movie?"

"Your best years have already gone. With such a bad temper, who dare to marry you? If you really divorce Francis Jones, I will raise my hands and feet to support you. We will not be worried about not having enough money to make a movie if you take half of his money away." June Taylor said excitedly.

Nancy Moore pretended to say angrily, "I'm only 26 years old!"

"Would you like me to take you to the practice room to see those handsome young boys? The sixteen-or-so-year-old boys are exquisitely handsome. I can't even tell whether they are men or women. Do you think you are young? Divorce as soon as possible. If you wait a few more, you will turn 30." June Taylor relentlessly counted.

Nancy Moore laughed with a ridicule, "Acting as Mrs. Jones for the past three years was really a shame for me. But I don't want to make room for Lucy Miller at all!"

"It's just a man. Is it worth?" June Taylor put away the papers, knocked on the table, and smiled flatteringly, "Can I temporarily keep Little Kitty and Little Earthworm in your house during these few months of my business trip?"

"June Taylor , your taste is really special. You even keep earthworms?" Nancy Moore was stunned, "Little kitty can eat cat food. Excuse me, what do the little earthworms eat? Mud?"

"Meat!" Sam Brown suddenly poked his head from behind the sofa.

Nancy Moore now noticed that there was an extra person in the office.

Her eyes were fixed on Sam Brown's face. At first glance, she thought the boy's skin was very white and clean.

His hair was short, dark and translucent, and his facial features were as delicate as carvings.

His dark eyes were clear and bright. Under his tall nose, his lips were thin, and his chin was very beautiful.

"This boy is really handsome!" Nancy Moore couldn't help but exclaim, and gently pushed June Taylor, "Your new love?"

June Taylor rolled her eyes, "Can you stop being so mean?"

"Where did he do the plastic surgery?" Nancy Moore immediately got up and decided to have a closer look.

Nancy Moore was wearing a dark blue suit today. The button of the suit was just below the plump chest, lined with a white base shirt.

The lower body was a high-waisted fishtail skirt, which wrapped her just right and was extremely sexy. The long beautiful legs were attractive. There were a pair of stilettos on her feet...

The rhythmic sound of high-heeled shoes was getting closer and closer to Sam Brown.

Sam Brown met Nancy Moore's inquiring gaze, smiling and proudly saying, "I had my surgery in my mother's belly."

His voice was so clear that it sounded very comfortable.

Especially when he smiled, a shallow dimple appeared on his cheeks, which looked pleasing.

Nancy Moore was close to his face. Sam Brown could only feel his heart pounding. When he felt that she was about to kiss her, she suddenly straightened her waist and pulled away from him. "No trace of cosmetic surgery. Gege, you have a good taste this time! "

June Taylor got angry for a moment, "He is my brother, Sam Brown."

"I'm the Little Earthworm!" Sam Brown shrugged playfully. "Besides, I don't eat mud!"

"Eh..." Nancy Moore felt so awkward. What did she just do?

She knew that June Taylor had a half-brother, but did not expect it to be such a beautiful boy!

"After your mother remarried, there were a lot of genetic improvements. He looks better than you!" Nancy Moore lowered her voice and whispered meanly to June Taylor.

"I'm also pretty! Okay?" June Taylor glared at her, reassuring, "In the three months I've been on the business trip, take care of my Little Kitty and Little Earthworm. Okay?"

"No problem!" Nancy Moore stared at Sam Brown's face, changing the scout in seconds, "Little Earthworm, do you want to be famous? I can help you!"

"Sister, does your friend want to find an excuse of being famous so that she could do those unspoken things with me?" Sam Brown nervously embraced his chest, as if Nancy Moore was a female satyr.

"You think too much. She likes older men and has a husband. Her husband abused her thousands of times, but she treats her husband like her first love. Therefore, you can rest assured!" June Taylor patted Sam Brown's shoulder and comforted.

"Loyal wife?" Sam Brown tilted his head and looked at her with a smile.

Nancy Moore heard what she said, heartbroken.

Loyal wife... She really was!

"Unfortunately, Francis Jones likes angelic bitch. There is no way out as a loyal wife!" June Taylor shook her head and went out holding the file.

Nancy Moore had a look of pain in her eyes. At this moment, the phone suddenly rang. Francis Jones's call!

"What's the matter?" Nancy Moore calmed down and answered the call.

"Today is Friday!" Francis Jones's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Nancy Moore laughed with ridicule. It was rare for him to remember the pre-marital agreement: going home for dinner on Friday and did not spend the night outside.

"I see, I'll go back earlier." Nancy Moore hung up the phone, raised her eyes and glanced at the handsome boy on the sofa, "Little Earthworm, let me buy you a dinner tonight!"