It looks like he is drinking, but he is not really drinking.

This relieved Peggy Morgenthau.

But I felt a little unhappy in my heart - what? Are you afraid that I really have an infectious disease, and then I won't drink?

Just as she was thinking this, she immediately heard the other party's even more excessive demands.

"By the way, Paige. This way, come here and stand behind me."

Paige was a little reluctant, but she still stood on Abel who was lying on the recliner.

Then she heard again: "Yes, stand still and put your hands on my shoulders."

Paige didn't do it right away this time. She asked, "Why do you do that?"

"This is an expression of the intimate contact between male and female friends. You give me a massage. This will make it appear that we are very close and avoid our other more excessive contacts that may offend you."

Abel said: "You won't let me just hold you in my arms for the sake of acting, right?"

Between massaging him and holding him in her arms, Paige decisively chose the first one.

Reluctantly, she put her hands, which she had been using all day long to write and organize case documents, on Abel's shoulders.

She scratched it a few times perfunctorily, calling it a massage.

Put yourself in Abel's perspective.

The daughter of a wealthy family on the east coast, the granddaughter of the apple of his eye.

Now I am giving myself a "massage", even if it is very reluctant, even if it is conditional.

It also made him feel happy at this time.

But people always have to look forward to Shu.

Peggy Morgenthau is so beautiful, much prettier than Ikana.

Now that the conditions are right, Abel wants to go further.

He started playing tricks again.

"Don't stop your hands. Those paparazzi cameras all have telephoto lenses. They can clearly capture the movements of your palms."

"If you are so perfunctory, it will make them doubt our relationship and make the character I created today fail."

Peggy had no choice but to reluctantly move her fingers and really start massaging Abel.

It's just that the movements are unfamiliar and there is no comfortable feeling at all, just scratching with claws.

Abel didn't mind this either. At this moment, he seemed to have discovered a great toy.

He thought that Peggy Morgenthau was so interesting.

I had some fun today.

that's all,

Throughout the day, Peggy Morgenthau became Abel's one-day girlfriend.

Follow Abel to sunbathe and play in the water at Malibu Beach, and then follow Abel back to Beverly Hills for shopping and dining.

After dinner, I went to the cinema as usual in the afternoon.

After watching the movie, the two of them went to bed at three o'clock in the afternoon, which was obviously not the time to go to bed.

We went into a luxury hotel on the roadside together and didn't come out until five o'clock.

After coming out, we went to a Michelin-starred restaurant in downtown Los Angeles for dinner.

When dinner was almost finished, under the gaze of Peggy's beautiful blue eyes.

Abel smiled and took out his mobile phone.

He made a phone call.

"David. I had a great time getting along with Miss Peggy Morgenthal today."

Paige frowned, she knew the other person was calling David Mellon.

But why use this sentence in the opening statement?

Are you happy with me?

I'm not happy at all, okay?!

Thinking of what she had experienced all day today, Paige felt very unhappy.

But at the same time, I still feel something strange deep down in my heart.

What these ordinary women do today when they are in love.

This is the first time Paige has experienced it.

In fact, some of them are quite interesting.

For example, go to the movies, play at the beach, or go shopping.

Fortunately, what Abel said later was something Peggy was happy to hear.

"Let Ms. Caroline inform the lawyers and lawyers to withdraw the lawsuit."

"Yes, that's right. We reconciled. Robert sent his granddaughter here. She is so beautiful, what can I do?"

Peggy didn't like hearing the next sentence.

She felt that this was a bit treating her as an object and a bit belittling her grandfather.

"My grandfather didn't send me here! Mr. Smith, please be careful what you say. I have fulfilled your request and I hope you won't talk nonsense." Peggy was a little angry.

Abel, who was still answering the phone, waved to her with a smile and continued to brag with David Mellon.

"Ah~ yes, yes, Paige is still with me. We are still in the hotel. She is a little angry, that's it, David, don't forget what you asked Ms. Caroline to do."

"okok~ It will take about another week. I will go back to New York in a week."

"That's it, I'm going to have dinner with Peggy."

Under the gaze of Peggy Morgenthal's slightly angry blue eyes, Abel finally hung up the phone.

Then he opened his hands to Peggy Morgenthal:

"Paige, look. I kept my word and made our deal."

Peggy Morgenthau, who had endured and been unhappy for a day, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She immediately stood up and said with a slightly disgusted look:

"In that case, I'll leave."

"Goodbye, Peggy." Abel didn't stand up, smiled and waved to her.

"goodbye!"

Paige left these words, turned around and left directly.

Not long after she walked out of the restaurant.

David Jones walked in from outside carrying a folder.

David came to Abel and handed the folder to Abel.

"Boss, these are the photos taken by those reporters." David said softly.

Abel nodded and took it, opened the folder and found at least one or two hundred developed photos inside.

He randomly pulled out a few pictures, and the heroines in them were indeed himself and Peggy Morgenthau.

Many of these photos.

Because of the angle and his own deliberate guidance.

It seems that the two of them are very close, and no one would believe that they are not boyfriend and girlfriend.

Abel nodded with satisfaction and stuffed these photos into the folder.

"Choose a dozen photos. Don't go too far, but it should also show that I am closer to her. Then return these photos to the reporters."

"It's up to you to control how you report tomorrow's news."

After listening to his boss's instructions, David Jones was a little confused.

It's up to them to control this intensity, but it's a bit difficult to control.

The other party is also a political powerhouse on the east coast. If this goes too far.

If you really get angry and fight back, your boss may think it's nothing.

But they, those who work, will always fall short of their boss.

It's just that the boss obviously didn't mean to tell you how much it should be done.

David Jones also knows that it’s not easy to ask questions in this regard.

Doesn't it appear that they are incapable of doing things by asking, and that the boss needs personal guidance on everything?
To be continued...