CEO Overlord Love: Contract Lover

Mengyao's face darkened, and she reached out to cover the glaring scar on her face.

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Kang Er bowed his head guiltily.

"It's okay, let's talk when we go back." She moved her lips as if nothing had happened.

"Yes, madam, then I will contact you with the branch in France now? You just need to say the password I gave you and you can get the money."

"Well, please excuse me."

"Ma'am, I'll do it now."

"Ah."

Meng Yao nodded expressionlessly, then turned off the video.

She looked up at the policeman and smiled gratefully at him: "Thank you for your computer, Mr. Police."

"No, ma'am, why are you being polite to me!" The policeman shook his hand modestly.

"Okay, it's getting late, I should go to the bank, so I'll take my leave first?" She pushed aside the stool, stood up, and walked towards the door by herself.

"Madam, please go slowly." The policeman bowed politely behind her, feeling happy.

......

After Mengyao left the police station, she didn't go to the hospital immediately, but to the bank.

Now she is penniless.

If she didn't go to the bank to withdraw the money, she would simply wait to die.

I can't even take care of my own life, how can I have so much time to take care of Pooh.

She walked straight in the direction of the road sign, and after about half an hour, she came to the door of the bank.

Because the two dogs were pets and had a fierce appearance, they were stopped at the door by security.

"I can go in by myself." She bowed her head and ordered the two dogs, and then walked into the bank by herself.

The two dogs acted cute on the ground, with innocent faces, but they squatted obediently at the door of the bank and waited for her.

The lobby manager saw someone coming in and hurried over to greet him.

But when she saw Mengyao's ragged clothes and ruined face, the polite smile on her face instantly sank.

"Hello, miss, I'm sorry, we don't accept homeless people here." The lobby manager drove her away expressionlessly.

Mengyao's face darkened, and a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes: "It's a good sentence not to accept homeless people!"

"Miss, we are just telling the truth, we want to operate"

"Snapped!"

Unprepared, the lobby manager was slapped hard by her.

"Tell you! There is no place in this world that I can't go to!" She pointed at the lobby manager, sternly saying every word.

"You crazy woman! The security guards come here!" The lobby manager covered his face with one hand and called the security guards with the other.

"What's the matter?" The security guard came over with an electric baton, with a cautious expression on his face.

"A crazy woman came from nowhere! I tried to persuade her to leave, but she beat her!" The lobby manager stared at Mengyao with anger and humiliation on his face.

Mengyao sneered, but didn't answer.

"Miss, if that's the case, please come with us to the police station." The security guard came to her side and looked at her seriously.

Mengyao stared at the security guard relentlessly, and before she could say anything, the phone on the service desk rang.

Out of etiquette, the lobby manager made a silent gesture and signaled the security guard to wait for her to answer the phone before dealing with the matter.

The lobby manager went to the service desk and picked up the phone, and greeted the other side of the phone with a sweet voice: "Hello, hello."

......

After three to five minutes, the lobby manager hung up the phone, his face as pale as death.

"Manager, what's the matter?" Seeing her appearance, the security guard asked her gossipingly.

After the lobby manager came to his senses, he strode up to Mengyao's side, and humbly apologized to her: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Fidel, it's because I have blind eyes that I can't recognize you."

"Forget it, I don't have time to chat with low-class people like you." She strode towards the VIP room, all her actions were arrogant.

"Yes, ma'am." The lobby manager followed behind her humbly, not daring to vent his breath.

After entering the VIP room, she sat straight on the office chair and looked up at the lobby manager.

"Ma'am, the vice president has already ordered you to take as much money as you want." The lobby manager stood at the desk, his voice trembling with fright.

"Give me 100 million pounds and get a new card." She took a sip of water from the teacup beside her, her tone calm but stern.

"Yes, ma'am." The lobby manager hurried to the side of the desk, entered some information on the computer, and applied for a bank card for her.

"Madam, it's done, it's done." The lobby manager handed a brand new bank card to her.

"Yeah." She took the credit card blankly, then jumped up straight, and left the VIP room without looking back.

......

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes, and Buddhas rely on gold clothes.

Although she was anxious to visit Pooh in the hospital, the premise was still to tidy up her appearance.

She didn't want people to keep calling her a bum.

She took her credit card to the most luxurious clothing store in the town and bought dozens of dresses.

Then, she went to the bathing center to wash off the bloody smell on her body, and also had her two dogs washed.

In the end, she went to the hotel to open a presidential suite, rested for two hours, and finally ended the day's itinerary.

She slept in the suite overnight, and went to visit Pooh in the hospital the next morning.

Because she hasn't worn high heels for a long time, she walks crookedly.

However, since she returned to the previous style of clothes, no one on the street dared to look down on her like yesterday, but instead cast envious and appreciative glances.

It's a pity that when people see the scar on her side face, they can't help feeling sorry.

She herself hated seeing the scar.

She really doesn't understand.

Why did that damn black slave have to implicate her even in death.

She really regretted that she didn't remove the bones of that lowly black slave one by one, and let him die so easily!

......

"Miss, may I help you?" As soon as she entered the hospital, a nurse walked up to her and asked her politely.

"I'm here to see Vinnie Fidel."

"Oh, so you are Miss Fidel's mother, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"After yesterday's rescue, her condition has improved a lot, and she is resting in the general ward now!"

"take me."

"Okay, ma'am, this way, please."

The nurse pointed to the direction of the left turn and motioned her to follow her footsteps.

After two or three minutes, she walked to Pooh's ward.

"Madam, you can go in and visit Miss Fidel." The nurse politely opened the door for her.

"Yeah." She nodded expressionlessly, and walked in with high heels.

She didn't want outsiders to disturb her, so she directly closed the door of the ward.

She sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Pooh's slightly bloody face.

Unexpectedly, they would return to the modern society safely and soundly one day.

It's really embarrassing to say.

Everything seems to be the same as before, nothing has changed.

During his time in West Africa, Pooh was chronically malnourished.

Even though Pooh is 11 years old now, he still looks like 6 years old.

As for her IQ, there is no doubt that it is much lower than her peers.

A child who has been in that kind of place for so long is bound to be stupefied with fright.

If it weren't for Pooh's demented appearance, and the deep scar on her face.

Maybe she really thought so.

days in West Africa.

Just a dream of hers.

A horrible nightmare.

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