Three Year To Love (Emma Johnson and Ethan Carter)

"If there's anything you don't understand, go see your department manager. I want to know exactly what you were just discussing." Ethan Carter's face sank horribly, his trust in Olivia Brooks no longer as firm as it once

was.

Emma Johnson avoided his sharp gaze and stared meaningfully at Olivia, her mind. speaking for itself.

Olivia's heart was in her throat, and she prayed that Emma wouldn't say anything

about it.

"Ethan, it's really no big deal, it's just a little misunderstanding between me and

Emma."

She frowned slightly, forcing herself to say, expecting Emma to use this opportunity to tell the truth, but Emma didn't do that.

She just raised her cell phone, the threat clear as day, and Olivia nodded helplessly as Ethan, curious about the conversation they had just had, didn't even notice the small gesture between the two of them. Emma saw Olivia's angry but not dare to say anything, the corner of her mouth rose slightly, put away her cell phone, said faintly: "It's really not a big deal, I believe Olivia can handle it."

Olivia was so angry that she gnashed her teeth, if not for the fear of Emma giving Ethan the recording, she would have rushed over and ripped the corners of her disgusting. mouth!

Ethan sensed the strange atmosphere between the two, his sword brows slightly wrinkled, a hint of probing color in the bottom of his eyes.

"If Ethan doesn't believe it, then I can't do anything about it. I still have something to do, I'll go and get busy first."

Emma finished lightly, turned around and left the pantry, anyway, her purpose has

fears to Lover

"If Ethan doesn't believe it, then I can't do anything about it. I still have something to do, I'll go and get busy first."

Emma finished lightly, turned around and left the pantry, anyway, her purpose has been accomplished, and she is too lazy to dwell on Olivia, and what happens to her later has nothing to do with herself.

As soon as Emma left, Ethan's frown became an "S" word, exuding a strong sense of oppression around him.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Olivia can barely look at him, and tries to reach out and take his arm, but he easily avoids it. The scrutiny and detachment in his eyes makes Olivia panic, and although she pretends to be calm on the outside, she stirs her clothes, a small gesture that gives away her feelings. "Ethan, I was actually just talking to Emma about the video, I think you saw the one this morning, I heard someone said that Emma got paint thrown at her for being a mistress. I was trying to talk her out of this mess, but she didn't seem to care much about what I said." Olivia shook her head helplessly, putting on a look of effortlessness.

"Just mind your own business and get back to work."

A flash of impatience crossed Ethan's face, and he turned toward his office. Not only had he seen the video of the paint being thrown at Emma, but he'd also seen the abuse from the online spammers. Whenever he saw the image of the paint pouring, his heart. felt like it was being gripped hard. "Ethan, are you looking for me, President?"

Mr. Brown knocked gently on the door, then walked into the office.

"Now find out what this is all about immediately."

He looked serious, pointing to the video on his cell phone, and Ethan had a sneaking feeling that Olivia had something to do with