"Hmm, isn’t this just fine?"
"Fine? If this contract gets out, who would dare cooperate with in the future? President Turner probably won’t even dare see next quarter. What if all my suppliers bail on ?"
"Aren’t I still here? I’ll partner with you, without taking any profit, let all the money go to you. If you think you’re earning too little, I can partner at a loss with you. How much do you want to earn? What’s the target for next quarter? I’ll help you achieve it."
Harry Hunter held his delicate wife, feeling her soft body, yielding completely.
Isabella Weaver laughed, but her heart lted. Is he silly or what! Who does that!
She hugged Harry Hunter’s neck and said, "Why would I transfer money from my left pocket to my right? You losing money is the sa as losing money! Earning from you is like not earning at all!"
Harry Hunter chuckled softly, "Hmm, makes sense."
"So I still need to cooperate with others, earn other people’s money! You’re not allowed to intervene anymore and disrupt market order!"
"Alright."
Harry Hunter agreed good-naturedly, but that’s not what he thought.
If any fool dares to earn money from his wife, he’ll make them bankrupt!
Thomas Turner, perceptive as ever, would sign a contract even at a loss.
Very good!
Next ti, when Star Region Group partners with him, they should give him more benefits.
"Let’s go, it’s twelve o’clock, I’ll take you to lunch, and after lunch, we can go ho for a nap."
Isabella Weaver was led outside by him, her face starting to blush again.
The last ti he ntioned a nap, but it wasn’t...
"No nap, I’ll co back and continue working."
"Madam, work should be balanced with rest, listen to , be good."
"No listening!"
"What’s wrong, afraid I’ll eat you up?"
"Won’t you?"
"I definitely won’t! This ti, we’ll just sleep, no teasing."
Isabella Weaver sighed with relief, followed him to the restaurant for lunch, and after eating, was taken ho by him, nestled in his arms for a nap.
His embrace was very comfortable, she always liked snuggling around.
Harry Hunter held her entirely in his arms, pressed her with his long legs to prevent her from moving, and left a searing warmth on her delicate skin with his heated palm.
Isabella Weaver’s heart was pounding, laying on his chest biting him: "What are you doing, didn’t you say just sleeping? You’re tricking again!"
Harry Hunter coaxed her in a low voice, "You sleep, I’ll just hold you, don’t move."
Isabella Weaver angrily kicked him under the blanket, "How can I sleep like this!"
"Hmm, then let’s not sleep."
Harry Hunter leaned over, passionately kissed her, releasing the desires he had suppressed for so long.
He loved hearing her quickened breaths and involuntary sounds.
Her happiness doubled his happiness.
During the day, she was always especially shy, especially sensitive, Harry Hunter tirelessly teased her until she cried out.
Isabella Weaver was held in his embrace, floating up and down, countless tis unable to resist sinking.
Once she cald down, he carried her to the bathroom for a shower.
Then, inevitably, she sank in the bathroom, awakened, sunk...
By the ti Harry Hunter carried her back to the bed, she’d already lost track of ti, sleepily falling asleep in his arms.
Harry Hunter finally contentedly held her for sleep, in his dreams, Isabella Weaver seed to feel hot, pushed him away, and moved to the side.
Harry Hunter instinctively pulled her back, holding her again, not allowing her to be away from him for too long.
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