Leo looked at her. "You misunderstood that he was affectionate and righteous. As I said, he is a heartless man. Call the police? Is he willing to waste his time on the police? As a matter of fact, he does not care about Jordan's life."
Irish could not believe it. She admitted that Joseph was strict with Jordan, but she absolutely did not believe that he was heartless to Jordan and even didn't care about Jordan's life.
"But isn't Jordan all right now?"
"He managed to escape." Leo's mood was slightly excited. "At that time, Jordan was kidnapped in Laos, where drug traffickers often rioted in order to fight for territory. The kidnappers didn't get any penny, so they decided to kill Jordan. When the kidnappers finally decided to do that, there was rioting in the area, and the rioters robbed and smashed them. Before they could escape, the kidnappers were killed, and Jordan pretended to be dead before he escaped the disaster."
It would be what kind of violence Irish did not know and could not imagine. Perhaps this kind of scene Jay would feel common, but she had only seen it on TV.
She couldn't tell Leo that maybe Joseph had hidden something. Because, at present, everything was settled, Jordan was kidnapped, and Joseph did not pay the ransom. Jordan really hated Joseph.
"What about you?" she looked at him and asked.
"Although I did not understand the market before, and I studied economics, my mind has never been on this. On the contrary, Joseph has studied economics very well. He has always accurately predicted and controlled the financial trend and economic laws. When he was a student, he made a forecast for the future of a stock bank, saying that within two years, the bank would inevitably switch to short-term investment. Wealth management products that require high returns and quick return to cash to stabilize bank lending rates at America's largest banks were bound to break out of the financial crisis. At that time, the person in charge of the bank scoffed at his remarks, but it was in less than two years, the person in charge personally came to the school to invite him. He flew abroad nine times to hire him as a corporate financial adviser at a high salary when he had just earned the title of Ph.D. in economics." Leo calmly said, "Joseph refused the invitation and devoted himself to the Runestone, and I went back to my company. My first encounter with him in the business was a fiasco, and his method was too inhumane and tough, so my company lost more than 500 million. It was I who believed in him too much and thought he could still pay attention to our friends in the business field from then on. I knew that Joseph was a person who didn't care about feelings. Jenny, Jordan, and I are not important to him; the only important thing to him is his interests."
It was inevitable that old and new grudges were combined with hatred.
"It was him who taught me what unfolding means, taught me shopping malls as the battlefield, for the benefit of the purpose I can play all kinds of means, and use all kinds of feelings." Leo's eyes were sad. "So, all the time, I am worried that you would get hurt."
Irish's breathing was a little unsmooth, and she felt pain like her heart was pressed heavily with a rock.
She did not speak, slowly drinking watermelon juice, and suddenly felt very cold and bitter.
A long time later, she spoke in a very low voice. "I saw it. He was with Rosy."
Leo was not surprised, nor did he speak, but he hummed gently.
"I don't understand. What exactly is their relationship? I saw her still with you before." She seemed like a ghost and then became silent.
Leo sipped the remaining wine in his glass and put down the glass, and said, "Rosy, if she wants, she can be with any man."
"What do you mean?" Irish's heartbeat seemed to stop.
Leo looked at her and smiled gently. "People will no longer fall in love with each other like a few years before, and in a more and more realistic society, their feelings will become cheap and vulnerable, especially for girls from rich families such as Rosy. You have to believe that her view of love will definitely be mixed with interests."
Irish looked down. Sorrow suddenly hit her.
Yes, she couldn't see clearly. Leo saw her silently, reached out, gently took her hand, and said, "What about you? Do you still have to put your heart on him?"
Irish slowly pulled her hand from his hand and said in a light tone, but that exhausted all her strength. "No love in this world is not riddled with holes."
*****
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Irish called the Secretariat and asked if Joseph had returned from lunch. The secretary told her that he had returned to the office. She went into the elevator with a psychological evaluation report and a grave mood.
She knocked into the office, and Joseph was talking on the phone, seeing her coming, and motioned her to sit down.
She went up and found that Joseph had changed a shirt. Unfortunately, what he wore was not the one from the morning meeting. It was also black, but it was a little different in style and a little different exposed a lot of information.
He changed his shirt.
Why did he change his shirt? Did he need to change his shirt if it was just a meal?
Irish's heart was depressed. She felt out of breath for a time, and it was not easy to take a breath. She felt the pain in her heart. Putting the papers neatly on the table, she turned to go.
Behind her, suddenly, Joseph's voice sounded, followed by his deep voice. "Why is there only an evaluation report?"
Irish stopped and turned her head, and looked at him.
He was looking through the papers, the paper clattered in his slender fingers, his eyebrows frowned so deep when he saw her not replying, looking up at her. "What about the plan for the next quarter?"
Irish's brain was suddenly stagnant, and it took a long time for her to say. "Don't you just want the first quarter's evaluation report?"
Joseph looked more and more serious and simply closed the document. "At the meeting, you told me that you had completed the evaluation report and the plan."
Irish tried to rack her brains and didn't remember saying that at the meeting and remembered saying that at the meeting and refuting, "I didn't say it."
She remembered that the secretary told her that Joseph only needed the first quarter report, but after she said that, Irish vaguely remembered that she had mentioned the topic of the plan.
Joseph no longer made a sound, and the whole person leaned against the back of the chair while looking at her.
"You didn't ask me to make a plan for the next quarter." Irish felt that he was trying to find her trouble.
"How long will it take?" Joseph suddenly asked lightly.
Irish was confused. What did he mean when he asked how long?
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