Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad)
Chapter 817

Chapter 817

"Hang on... This song is called 'Mariage d'amour'? Marriage?!" Sophia was pissed when she learned that. "What a shameless wh*re! What's she doing, playing this song for our boss?!"

She stood up from her seat, preparing to rush back to the store. "I can't just sit by and let him be charmed by this b*tch! I'm going to beat her up!"

Fia pulled her back to her seat and said, "They're not facing each other alone. There are other staff members of the store there. Tiger's over there too."

"Indeed. Tiger is a really good and disciplined man. He would definitely not allow Sir to succumb to her seduction," Sophia answered.

Fia nodded. She did not want to go back there either. If she was there, she would definitely feel dejected and disgusted. She hugged Sophia's arm and asked, "Have you ever fallen for anyone before, Sophia?"

Sophia shook her head, "No. 1 focus on my work all the time. I don't have time for romance." "Well, from the way you are, I believe you won't allow yourself to be hurt from a relationship," Fia said.

Sophia thought about it for a moment and said, "Yeah! If a man I love hurts me, I'd rather leave him!"

Fia smiled. "Good for you."

She envied this free-spirited girl. She had the will to do something that she could not. Fia had tried to leave and let go of this relationship but she could never really bring herself to do it.

Right now... at this moment... she had never felt so helpless and lost before. She could not foresee if her future would be bright and happy, and she could not see through her husband's thoughts and feelings. A message came in. It was from Conrad.

Fia pouted and replied.

Conrad:

Fia:

Although she called him a liar, a smile appeared on her face.

"Mr. Maxwell, do you like this song?" Finishing the outro, Esme raised her head and gazed at Conrad with her innocent, puppy eyes, hoping that Conrad would praise her.

Looking away from her, Conrad said emotionlessly, "Not bad."

Esme was afraid that she would be outed if she played too well. So she tried to downplay her piano skills. On top of that, her hands got hurt before so they were not as dexterous compared to when she was younger.

"Perhaps I'll play another song for you?" Esme said anxiously.

Conrad raised his head and glared at her coldly. "Tiger, what do you think? Did she play well?"

Tiger responded in disgust, "She's quite good. Doesn't sound like a beginner."

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Esme's heart raced when she heard their exchange. She did not know what Conrad meant by

this.

Conrad turned and asked the staff members in the store, "What do you think?"

The staff who were low-ranked dared not to say a thing. Seeing this, the manager stepped forward, trying to cover for his subordinates. Although he did not understand what the CEO wanted, the manager answered honestly, "It's... It's really good."

The manager stuttered as he looked at Esme and Tiger, "I... I don't understand music. But... But I think it sounded lovely."

"I see. So..." Conrad stood up and walked to the piano. He pressed a key and glared into Esme's eyes. "This means that Miss Thomas is not a beginner. Not only that, you had played piano for quite some time, right?"

Esme stared at him speechlessly. The man was still handsome as ever-his sculpted face, vigorously robust amber irises, tall nose, and cold, sexy lips. Everything about him seemed so magically entrancing to her, eating away her ability to think straight.

"If you like it, I can play for you every day," she gazed at Conrad and said.

Conrad hated this woman from the deepest part of his heart. He smiled, "Then, would you kindly play at Maxwell Corporation's first-floor lobby?