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“This is my wife. She was angry because…because I did something…, quite foolish, so she came over here,” he continued.
His enchanting eyes gradually filled with an extreme fondness and affection, leaving Emily or the two British men stunned at his expression.
In the eyes of outsiders, Baron Stuart was a deciduous, cold-blooded man in business, yet they never expected him to have such a tender and loving side.
Even Emily, it seemed, was seeing for the first time the look of deep affection he held for her, and she was rather stunned.
Of course, she had been standing stupor since he walked in.
But, what had he just called her? His wife?
Although she doesn’t speak English, as a college student, how could she not know the word ‘wife’.
The two British men were also surprised, they had never heard that Baron Stuart had gotten married.
Bennett Philine, who was outside the door, widened her eyes at the sight of the duo, swallowing hard.
Good heavens, the mysterious girlfriend had become their mistress in the blink of an eye?
Big news, big news indeed!
Just as Bennett Philine was shaking with silent shock, Baron Stuart suddenly turned around, scaring her!
“Send them away.” Baron Stuart turned his head, glancing at the security personnel still outside and then looked at Bennett Philine, speaking in a cold voice.
On hearing this, Bennett Philine quickly composed herself, waving at the security personnel to indicate their services were no longer needed here.
The office door was closed, and Baron Stuart, holding a stunned Emily, slowly walked towards the sofa.
“There’s nothing to worry about. This is my wife, Emily,” Baron Stuart said with a charming curve of his lips. He held Emily affectionately by the waist and introduced her to the two British men.
The two men, upon hearing this, turned to each other in some surprise, exchanged glances, and then nodded.
“If she is Mrs. Stuart, then we are reassured. We hope the content of this discussion will be kept confidential, which would be mutually beneficial,” one of the men said.
Mr. Stuart, still holding Emily by the waist with a smile that would bewitch anyone, responded, “Of course, you can fully trust the Futuren Group on this matter.”
“In that case, let’s leave today’s discussion at this. We will go back and discuss further, and find a suitable opportunity to talk about the contract. What do you think, Mr. Stuart?” the two British men asked, standing up from the sofa.
Baron Stuart, ever so refined and unrestrained, wore a faint smile on his face, “That’s fine.”
“Then we’ll leave for now.” With that, the two men extended their hands for a handshake, then they turned around and left the office.
Emily was still in shock even after the two men had left.
Baron Stuart looked at her in a stunned state, his lips slightly raised in amusement. Then he turned and sat down on the sofa, pulling her down with him.
Caught off guard, Emily fell clumsily into his arms, landing on his lap.
Finally, she snapped out of her daze and looked at him in surprise. She had forgotten the real purpose of her visit here.
“You…what did you call me just now?” she asked, looking at him blankly.
Baron Stuart held her tenderly, squinting as if recalling the events that had just transpired.
“Hmm…my wife, why?” He explained that under the circumstances, he had to provide a reasonable explanation to the two outsiders, otherwise, the cooperation might be terminated.