###Chapter 512 Try To Fall In Love In Another Way – Part 10

I cannot know how much pain my words inflicted on him, but then, at least, he would not find any reason to stay with me anymore. Looking at his gloomy, cold face, I was also expressionless and continued, "I actually thought at first that for the sake of your money and beauty, I could just ignore the past, even if I didn't love you, but I could pretend that women are born to act, don't they?"

"But I found that facing and living with you would really make my life a living hell, so I just decided to leave. Do you know why I don't want you to show up right now? Because I met a better man than you, William Preston, do you know him? Jordan, I now have a better home, so what I can ask you, for the sake of what you owe me, just spare me. I also want to find my own happiness."

He suddenly laughed, his voice was low and depressed, his face was cold and silent, and he has a terrible expression that his laughing was even uglier than him crying. "You said you want the happiness that belongs to you?" He sneered. "You can't wait to live in his house, you can't wait to get into Preston's life, and you just can't wait to find the next one?"

I nodded without the slightest hesitation. "People have to live for themselves. William Preston is excellent in terms of appearance and financial ability. In addition, although he knows about my past, he has never shown feelings of rejection. He is really nice and sincere towards me."

He stared at me for a long time, as if to see something different on my face, but now, for a long time, he sneered, "Oh, that's good to know, that is so good to know!"

He gritted his teeth with these three words.

He turned to the side of the car, took a few steps forward, and then suddenly stopped to look back at me, and asked, "Ivelle, let me ask you again, what you just said, are you sincere?"

"Yes, every word that I have said is from the bottom of my heart, and every word is sincere!" Why bother to entangle, since I want to break, I am breaking it clean.

"Oh!" He smiled, smiling very coldly. "Well, very well, in that case, why should I be affectionate to you anymore?"

Without turning around to see the back of his departure, I stood still, as if my heart had been hollowed out.

Grandma was right. I've been chirping all my life. I can't afford to let go of anything. If I don't clean it up or not, it will just kill me sooner or later.

Very often, in the dead of night, I always ask myself why I have to be separated from Jordan.

In fact, I can't find the answer myself. Maybe, as Grace Cross said, I'm crazy and refined, so I'm happy if I have to push those who love me away.

But with so many things that happened in the past, even if we were really together, even after more than ten years, when we quarreled with a red face and neck, I was afraid that I would turn out those buried resentments and become my reasons and excuses for hurting him.

Back at Preston's, it was almost time to get off work. William Preston was wearing a white shirt and a black coat hanging from his arm.

He looked at me coldly and said, "Have you settled the bidding case?"

I nodded, handed him the finished document, and said, "It takes me a day to catch up with the case that others have worked out in half a month. I guess Jordan doesn't like it at all."

He flipped through it, a little disgusted, and said, "This is the worst bid I've ever seen. You broke the record."

When I pursed my lips, I naturally knew in my heart that I could hardly find anything reliable in this case besides the advice given by Linda and Grace Cross.

What can be made in just a few hours can get better. After a pause, I said, "Preston is not the elite in this area. Jordan Astley can't choose."

He frowned, threw his bid book aside, looked at me, and said, "Come on, let's go to dinner."

I always felt that he didn't want to bid at all otherwise he would not force and overload me at the last minute.

After looking at the time, it was already six o'clock, and I couldn't help saying, "The bidding would start at eight o'clock in the evening. I'll go to Green Oasis first. Can you eat out tonight?"

He took the car keys and said faintly, "Take everything you need to bring. Go straight to the oasis and eat there later."

I was stupefied for a moment, but I couldn't help saying, "Do you want to go there, too?"

He raised his eyebrow. "I'm not going. Do you think you can bid alone? With your terrible bid? Or even your face?"

This man's mouth is really poisonous.

Glancing at him, I chose to shut up. I packed up my things and follow him out of the company.

In the car, he drove and said faintly, "Have you checked which companies have participated in the bidding?"

I was stupefied for a moment and shook my head. "No, I asked my friend, but I probably knew that all the bidders were state-owned enterprises."

He looked sideways at me, somewhat disgusted, even with some anger, "Miss Ivelle, how did you get into the position as the Director of Astley's?"

I frowned, and he gave me a cold look and said without mercy, "The botched bidding plan doesn't know anything about the opponent. Do you really think Preston is just going to play a game?"

"Mr. Preston, it took less than six hours from you told me to participate in the bidding, I need to understand the structure and advantages of the company, I also need to make a bidding plan and understand the situation of the opponent, and I have to understand any selling points that the bidding company needs. I accept that I am incapable or that I fish in troubled waters, but please understand a little bit that my IQ is not as good as yours. All I can say is that I did my best."

I opened my mouth, a little angry, even if a person is a genius, to do a good job for half a month or even half a month in just six hours, I think that I am not a genius, and my ability is limited.

He looked sideways at me and squinted slightly. "So you think you've been wronged?"

"No." In life, who hasn't seen a few perverted bosses.

He paused and said, "there is no denying that the world is a little nervous in six hours. It's not bad that you can work out a 3,000-word plan in just a few hours, and analyze the pros and cons, but Ivelle, sometimes some things in the world that are short doesn't mean you can't do better."

I won't open my mouth. This man is obviously a pervert, and it's no use arguing with him so much.

Grace Cross called and said in a consistent voice, "Dead woman, where have you been?" Aren't you going to care about me? I got into a fight for you!"

"How are you doing?" I opened my mouth, but I was not so worried. Jordan hinted to Felix Stewart how to deal with it, and he would not treat her badly.

She said with a tut, "I am in the hospital, but it's all right. I scratched the face of that little bitch Rafaela Shannon, but I'm not yet relieved."