My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being
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Chapter 143

The manager looked up in surprise. “Ms. Frazier, you’re the CEO. It’s unusual for the boss to meet with employees. Michael doesn’t deserve such an honor.”

Normally, just mentioning the penalty clause would make Michael give

1. in.

But this time, he was unexpectedly so disobed it and defiant.

Debra picked up her bag and left the office.

She found out Michael’s home address and went over.

Michael’s family wasn’t rich. In the old neighborhood, Debra’s luxury car attracted a lot of attention.

The manager opened the car door for her and offered, “Madam, let me take you there.”

“No need. I’ll go up myself.”

The elderly residents there didn’t have elevators. They had to climb the stairs.

Debra reached the third floor and knocked on a rusty door.

Soon, it opened.

A man in casual clothes came into view.

He was tall, tan–skinned, with deep eyes that held a hint of clarity. His height, nearly 6.28 feet, overshadowed Debra by quite a bit. His handsome appearance clearly outshone that of Sean.

After a momentary gaze, Michael came to himself and asked in a deep voice, “Who are you?”

“Michael, who is it?” The voice of an elderly person came from inside.

“Grandma…” Michael tried to reply.

Debra walked in with a smile. “Granny, I’m Debra ”

Michael frowned.

The old lady inside stooped over, seemingly visually impaired. She leaned closer to Debra and said, “Are you Michael’s girlfriend? Come on

in.”

Donna Austin warmly welcomed her.

Debra stiffened, not expecting the old lady to mistake her for Michael’s girlfriend.

“Grandma, she’s not…”

Before Michael could finish, Donna interrupted, “Michael, don’t just stand there. Hurry up and make tea for Debra.”

Then she led Debra to the couch.

Unwilling to spoil Donna’s good mood, Michael obediently went to

make tea.

Debra’s gaze remained fixed on Michael. She remembered in her past life that Michael cried his eyes out on a show, saying only his grandmother had made his impoverished days better.

But right after he gained fame, she passed away.

All of this stemmed from Frazier Entertainment’s semi–blackout of Michael.

Michael brewed the tea and placed it in front of Debra, but there was no enthusiasm.

“Debra, have you eaten? I will make you something delicious. Just wait.

here.”

Donna happily went to the kitchen.

Michael looked coldly at Debra. “What do you want?”

“If I say I’m here to promote you, would you believe me

Michael frowned, clearly not believing her words.

“Would you be so kind?” Michael’s tone turned colder. “Ms. Frazier, as you see, my family is impoverished. I don’t have time to waste with you.”

“I’m serious about promoting you,” Debra said sincerely.

She placed a bank card and two contracts on the table. “Here is $ 500,000 from my personal funds for you. And these two contracts: one is a new contract I want to sign with you privately, and the other is your previous contract.”