Don't Escape, My Beloved Girl
Chapter 82

Brayden left, and the president's room reverted to silence again, but the silence at this moment was different from before.

The silence at this moment was as cold as ice. Reeling from the silence, even the air was cold.

Everett moved his fingertips and turned to look at the door of the president's office which had just been shut, his eyes narrowed and gleamed with cold light. He took out his phone and dialed a number, "How's it going?"

"I'm done.I'll send you the information later'

"You don't have to, just email me."

"Okay."

Everett walked to the boss's chair behind his desk and sat down, getting through the internal phone lines when instructing, "The meeting is canceled" "Okay, Mr.Weston."

Just after hanging up the phone, the computer dinged and the new email popped up.

Clicking the email, soon, Everett saw the information about Olivia.

Meanwhile, the Weston Family.

Cristina placed a thick document in front of her father, "Dad, it's all here."

She paused and said, "Olivia is nice and kind."

She had already read the information.

After Olivia's divorce, just as Brayden said, she had not done anything bad to Everett or anything else.

Besides, Olivia worked very hard and was now a famous fashion designer.

People who knew her well thought highly of her.

It might not be convincing enough if just one person thought highly of her, while she would be nice and kind if all people liked her.

And what she liked the most of Olivia was that it was easy for her to go from thrift to extravagance, but extremely hard if she went reversed.

Olivia lived very well when she married Everett, but after she divorced from him, she did not feel anything different from her previous life or solicited.

She had been working hard to live, one step at a time, until now.

She was really inspiring.

The Old Master put on his glasses and opened the document.

Cristina sat by the side, waiting for the Old Master to finish reading.

About half an hour later, the Old Master took off his glasses. Cristina immediately said, "Dad, Olivia is really good!"

"See, when Everett married Olivia, he definitely did some work. It must have been because she was good that Everett married her. Otherwise, why would someone as picky as him marry such a girl without fancy family background or higher education?"

"Let's move back to Brayden again. He has been seeing so many Kardashians since he was young. He's so into art and music, how could he not know girls without fancy family background or higher education? But he only fell in love with Olivia, for as long as five years. He is not stupid. He must marry a divorced woman for some reason."

It must have been because that person was nice that she had to be the only one.

The Old Master did not say anything, but his face became solemn after hearing her words.

Cristina saw that the Old Master's appearance was different from what she had expected.

She was confused and went.

"Dad, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"Something has gone wrong. But it's not that girl's fault"

It was Everett's fault.

Cristina didn't understand what the Old Master meant and became more and more confused.

"Dad, what kind of riddle are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Instead of answering her, the Old Master asked, "Where is Melody now?"

Cristina paused and said, "She seems to be in Paris, when I asked Everett the other day, he told me.'

She continued, "Dad, your sudden change of topic..."

The Old Master interrupted her before she could finish her rest words of "confuse me", and went that "Everett and Melody have been engaged for almost two years."

"Yes."

The Old Master said, "It's time to get married"

Cristina's brain was reeling.

What was the connection between those topics? But the Old Master did not want to say anything more and stood up with his walking stick.

Cristina followed him, standing up.

"Dad..."

The Old Master turned his back to her and said as he walked, "Tell Bella that I agree to the marriage between Brayden and Olivia." Cristina's eyes widened in disbelief. Agreed? Dad actually agreed...