CEO AND WIDOW 2 CHILDREN

Meet Christian in France

I arrived at the hotel where I was staying in France. I flew for about 16 hours, because it was a long time to get here, I also felt tired and rested before starting the conference activities.

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I sat in the grand conference room with hundreds of other people. People here are very motivated to be a better self.

While me? Well . . . I'm just here for champagne drinks and a reason to take a vacation by myself, yay for the one who feels encouraged, I guess.

A man went up on stage. The man waited for the applause from the audience to subside and he smiled broadly "welcome" (welcome) he said. The man used a small microphone hooked on his shirt.

"Welcome to Mind Master's. A place where you will find a better version of yourself." (welcome to mind master.a place where you will find the best version of yourself).

I glanced at my phone and thought I was going to record this for Angel. Angel would not believe it.

"and now, I'm going to introduce our first speaker. Someone I know you're following. Rock star in the field of motivational speakers. He's only here for 1 day without going long with his cutting-edge strategy - how can you wish - welcome to Christian Miles"

I was stunned to hear that name again. My eyes glared like they wanted to get out of the hole. I started to hear my heartbeat, the people around me seemed to disappear.

My anger was starting to peak and I couldn't even bear to look at it. Well. . . Not entirely true. This damn bastard is a double-edged sword; beautiful to see and hard to tolerate.

"hello everyone" said Christian. "congratulations" Christian smiled as he waited for his boisterous voice to subside.

My hair stands every time I hear Christian's voice. He sounds like an honorable, intelligent man.. Whatever it is ... That's so sexy.

Ugh. . . I hate everything about Christian Miles.

"Welcome, and thank you for taking the time to come. You've taken a very valuable step to develop yourself." Christian looked around the room as he spoke. "me . . ." Christian looked at me, and we looked at each other. Christian stopped talking when he saw me and he blinked his eyes.

Damn

Christian immediately continued his talk "I'm very happy for all of you."

Christian kept talking, but I didn't listen to him. I could only listen to my adrenaline spreading all over my body. Last time we spoke, Christian was eager to take Ryan Company out of my children's hands.

I'm not gonna sit and listen to Christian talk. Christian destroys the family's efforts for fun.

Depressing.

I stood up "sorry excuse me" and whispered to the person next to me. I started walking past the people in my line.

"Clara Anderson" Call Christian from the stage.

My frightened eyes met his.

"sit again"

"i . ." walk again past people

"Clara. . . "the Christian memorial

I glanced at the hundreds of eyes of people who were looking at me and turned back towards Christian.

"i said sit . . . Again"

Who does Christian think he is?

Well . . . I raised one of my eyebrows when he glared at me. Smile too. Then, with great consideration, I walked towards the door.

I went to a corridor far from his sight.

all the women were looking at Christian. How not, he's tall, handsome, burly, knowledgeable, successful. Many people want to be like Christian.

That me? I want to punch that handsome face.

Christian tells us there are a few minutes to rest.

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Rest time is over.

2 Hours later.

Strong hands massaged my back.

"is this okay?" ask piere who's scolding me

"yes, just like that" I replied

My phone rang in the bag. "sorry yes, yes later also died by myself"

the ringtone died but soon rang again. "sorry". Dead but the phone rings again, what's that from home?

"sorry, can you please get me my bag"

He took the bag, gave it to me. I immediately searched my phone. I don't know her phone number. "hello.." I lay back down.

"where are you, Clara?" ask Christian "you missed the workshop"

Ooh . . **** .. "um . . . "

"and never think that you can lie. I know you're not at the hotel" Christian continued.

I frowned when I heard Christian's intonation. Who does he think he is? "excuse me?"

"where are you?" Christian was angry

"i'm at the spa again"

"what?" Christian gasps

"your material is intolerable and very boring. I have better things to do."

"Clara Anderson..." Christian will start lecturing Clara. "end call." Clara turned off her phone.