Chapter 315 Rich Hot And Infertile Husband (Or Maybe Not)

• Celeste tidied up a bit, walked to the door and opened it Steven was standing outside the door, carrying a bunch of stuff. Seeing her, his eyes were full of warmth. “Have you eaten yet?” “Just finished,” Celeste replied. Looking at the pile of stuff in his hands, she hesitated, “Steven, what’s all this?” Steven explained, “The company prepared some gifts for the holidays two days ago, and I wanted you to come and pick them up, but I happened to be going to drink with friends at night, so I brought them over by the way? “So much?“7” She had just signed the contract, and she had received so many benefits before she had earned a penny for the company. “Let me get them” Celeste reached out to take the things Steven side stepped her, “They’re a bit heavy.
• You open the door, and I’ll bring them in.” The big boss personally delivering gifts, of course, Celeste had to show gratitude. She stepped aside to let him in, softly saying, “Steven, if you have something to do with the company in the future, just call me. You don’t need to come over personally Steven thought to himself, running this little distance was nothing. He’d do it every day if he was willing too. But he still agreed, “Sure, I’ll call you next time.” Just as he stepped through the door, He saw Nicolas and Trisha sitting on the sofa in the living room playing games. His movements paused, and he looked around vigilantly. Didn’t see Liam, but… that huge bouquet on the table was a bit strange.
• “Mr. Francis, what are you doing here?” Nicolas was dissatisfied with Steven taking away his idol, so he was not so polite when talking to him, “Boss Steven, you really care about your employees, personally delivering gifts? Don’t you have anyone available under your command?” Steven knew what he was thinking in his heart, smiled kindly, and countered, “The actors who have finally signed in must be taken care of. Mr. Francis had a lot of artists in his company, so of course he won’t be so careful” Nicolas twitched at the comer of his mouth, looking up at Celeste, “Celeste, how many years have you signed with him?” “Five years,” she replied.