Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 612 Interviews

After a half-hour drive, Catherine had arrived at the downstairs of the office.

Because of Heidi's sudden appearance, she changed her mind halfway and went straight back to the office.

She casually dropped her backpack and gifts on the desk and reached to turn on the computer, but her elbow inadvertently touched the breakfast milk on the table, spilling it all over her skirt.

She furrowed her brow, casually pulled out a tissue and wiped it off, and headed for the bathroom.

The soy milk had already seeped into the fabric, and no matter how she wiped it, the traces remained on the top. She couldn't help but throw the paper towel on the washbasin in frustration, her eyes deep, not knowing what she was thinking.

But her ears suddenly came a mocking voice: "Married a poor husband even if you are not able to do it yourself, but also, but these two people are a good match."

She furrowed her brow and turned to look coldly at the woman in the white shirt dress in front of her.

Anna Mccarthy straightened her makeup in the mirror and glanced at her with disdain in the afterglow.

Anna and she have always been at odds, and usually replace every opportunity to confront her, and this time, I'm afraid it's even more aggressive.

"So what, I guess it's better than you being a third party for money, I don't think anyone in the company doesn't know about you and Mr. Scott, right?" She raised her eyebrows lightly and leaned against the vanity with her arms around her chest, her eyes full of teasing.

Anna's face instantly turned iron blue, and the people who happened to come in from outside even dropped their drama-like gaze on her.

"What are you looking at, don't you have to work?" She snarled, and the others could only timidly withdraw their gazes and turn away in silence.

In the face of Anna's angry glare, Catherine just shrugged her shoulders, a smug smile on the corner of her mouth.

"He can be hooked that is also my ability, at least this diamond ring bag, than a poor man is much more useful." She reached out in front of Catherine and kept waving the pigeon egg on her ring finger with a rather smug look.

Catherine still has a faint smile on her face, but her fingers are gently rubbing against her empty ring finger.

To this day, Darren hasn't given her anything.

Her tone is flat, without half a ripple: "Then I wish you, to be able to replace that Mrs. Scott as soon as possible, just do not know, that Mr. Scott, for you to have that mind, afraid just play it."

Anna's smile froze and she yanked Catherine's collar, saying sternly, "I think you're just trying to be smart now, fighting with me won't end well."

"But on the contrary, I, Catherine, just can't learn to admit defeat." She sneered and shook Anna's palm away, wiping the area she had touched with a tissue.

Anna angrily retreated to the side, smiled fiercely, and said coldly: "Catherine, don't be too complacent, at least now, I want to kill you, it's as simple as pinching an ant!"

"Oh? Then I'd like to see how that Mr. Scott of yours, is going to let me die." She responded in a cloudy voice.

"You......" Anna was furious and stared at her with wide eyes, anger in her eyes.

Catherine just smiled faintly and looked indifferent.

Anna couldn't help but feel a little bored and turned to leave in anger.

Catherine instantly curbed the smile on her face, took a long breath, and touched up her makeup in the mirror before turning to leave.

Only, before she could sit down, the angry face of the editor-in-chief appeared in front of her eyes.

He angrily threw a manuscript in front of her and said angrily, "Get in here!"

Catherine couldn't help but feel alarmed and hurriedly followed behind her. As she passed by Anna, she met her gloating gaze.

Anna made mouth signs at her that seemed to say, "Serves you right!"

Catherine frowned a little annoyed and glanced at her faintly, and couldn't help but speed up her pace.

She closed the office door behind her and stood straight in front of her desk, her hands folded at her waist as she softly inquired, "Editor-in-chief, what did you want to see me about?"

The editor-in-chief is in his forties, but he is already Mediterranean. At this moment he grabbed his not much hair and kept spinning in place.

"Catherine, you've been with the company for a few years now, haven't you?" He turned around and asked patiently, clearly suppressing his anger.

"Several years indeed." Catherine answered honestly.

"Darren and Heidi's story was the highlight of yesterday's show, and you're writing about it!" The editor-in-chief suddenly shouted angrily, which really startled Catherine.

She straightened her spine, tightened her palms, and her nails kept picking at her palms.

She buried her head and responded guiltily, "It's my problem, I'm sorry editor-in-chief, it's just......"

What frame of mind should he make her write with, it's her husband!

"What else do you have to just, I'll give you one last chance, go talk to Darren and make sure you get the interview no matter what!" The editor-in-chief raised his volume another octave.

"What! Darren never gives interviews which is known to everyone, I ......" Catherine looked at the editor-in-chief with some difficulty and incredulity.

"It's because it's never been there that it sells. I don't care what method you use, you must negotiate it down." The tone of the command was unquestionable and did not leave her half a way out at all. The editor-in-chief furiously sat down in his office chair and picked up the green tea on his desk to moisten his throat.

She clenched her lower lip, hesitated for a long time, looked up and looked at the editor-in-chief, her tone resolute: "Editor-in-chief, I think you should let someone else go on this matter, I really can't."

"No? He threw the manuscript on the table at her indignantly, almost throwing tea on her, and said sternly, "If you can't do it, then get out, we don't keep so many idle people in the magazine. You can either get Darren done today or quit, you think about it!"

Catherine's brow tightened a few more points, her eyes became dark, slightly opened her lips, wanting to fight again, but in the face of the editor-in-chief's stormy appearance, she still chose to compromise. She nodded somewhat inexorably and said, "Okay, I'll try."

"Not try, but definitely!" The editor-in-chief said angrily.

Catherine looked steadily at his face, pursed her red lips, and did not answer.

The editor-in-chief was a little helpless, sitting down at his desk, waving his palm, impatiently saying, "All right, all right, go about your business."

"Yes." Catherine nodded in agreement, her clenched hands loosening the moment she turned around, but her feet were a thousand pounds heavy. Darren...... is afraid he won't see her, right?