My dear lawyer

Chapter 282 This is Her Address

"What's the matter? They're looking at me as if I'm a Savior." Grace asked.

Alex wiped the sweat on his forehead and said with a bitter smile, "It's a long story. I just don't know if

William is not feeling well recently, which makes us worried. So I want you to ask him for us."

Grace understood what was going on. He couldn't help laughing and said, "You can't stand the

pressure."

Alex first nodded and then shook his head. How could he say that he couldn't stand the pressure? If

the big devil inside knew it, he might probably be fired, "Are you joking? I'm sure I can withstand the NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

pressure. I'm just worried about him."

If he could hold on for a day, he lost.

Grace patted Alex on the shoulder and pretended to be serious and said, "In fact, it's easy to deal with

this situation."

Alex was waiting for his answer.

"William just lacks the harmony between Yin and Yang." Grace said, leaving Alex, who stood still. He

pushed open the door of the office, and went straight in.

"The harmony of Yin and Yang… I get it!" After understanding the meaning of Grace's words, Alex felt

he was not himself. They all thought William met trouble with his work, now it was just because he had

no woman beside him.

However, this was unreasonable. If he remembered correctly, Angie almost came every day. There was

a lounge in the office. It was not impossible to reconcile between the Yin and Yang.

But every time Angie came with high spirits, she always returned in hot temple.

He didn't understand. He really couldn't understand it.

As soon as Grace entered the door, he saw William sitting on the luxurious leather chair, slowly looking

at the documents. He pulled a chair in front of the office desk, folded his long legs, leaned lazily on the

back of the chair, and said, "William, do you know your employees are scared to death by you?"

William didn't even raise his eyebrows. He turned over the documents in his hand without changing his

face. It seemed that the external affairs had nothing to do with him.

Grace didn't care whether William had heard it or not. He said, "You know, when I come in, they look at

me, and their eyes are all shining, and I feel a bit sorry for them."

No one said anything. He lifted his eyelids and took a look at his friend. He found that he didn't take it

seriously at all. He changed a document and was busy with it again.

"William..."

William was annoyed by him. He put down his pen and looked up at him. His cold black eyes did not

fluctuate, and his deep voice was cold without a trace of extra temperature, "Grace, when did you

become so noisy?"

Grace was not frightened by his coldness. He looked at him with a smile, "I am just transmitting public

opinions."

"Anyone who has a problem can come in and tell me." William withdrew his eyes and said in a light

tone.

Tell him? Who dares to tell him? Grace looked at the piles of paper on his desk, which was about to

submerge his friend in front of him. This was the mode of a workaholic again, "William, is it because

that I don't make enough money for you? You do not have to work so hard."

William did not lift his eyelids and said, "Go out if you don't have other things to tell me."

"Of course I'm here for something." Grace's eyes turned and hid the shrewdness in his eyes. He took

out a note from his pocket and put it in front of him. He pretended to be very casual and said, "I only

know that much."

It was only yesterday that he asked the address from the woman who was in a state of confusion with

his lust and physical strength.

Although it was just an address, for his friend, he could do a lot of things.

William just glanced at it, swept the note to the ground as garbage, and continued his work at hand.

"…" When Grace saw William's move, all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat and

couldn't spit out. He thought he would get a word of thanks. He was even ready for polite words.

Did he really let her go?

"William, the misunderstanding between you and her needs to be solved by yourself. You work is

important, but what about her?"

He saw clearly what William had done for Vivian. He really didn't want to see them go off the rails

because of a shady misunderstanding.

William's eyes were heavy; he didn't moderate his tone, "Don't forget your identity."

"I know that. Look at me and Selina, I didn't say anything about me, but we're still fine." Grace was still

very proud of his ability, "What a woman wants is the only one. We can plan it in another way. Is it

really good to hurt yourself like this?"

In order to carry out the task, is it Okay to let your beloved woman regret?

William held the tip of the pen for less than a second, and continued sliding on the copy with his pen as

if nothing had happened. It was just half a second pause, as if it was just an illusion. His deep voice

said without waves, "Grace, I don't want to hear this sentence from your mouth again."

Grace could understand that William's words were not a joke. If he talked more, he would be

transferred back. It was really William's style. He did not understand his good intentions.

Then forgot it!

Grace got up and said to the man who only knew how to bury his head in doing things, "Forget it, as

long as you won't regret."

The sound of footsteps slowly faded away. Until the door closed, William's movements on his hand also

stopped. His eyes were full of haze.

His cold sight glanced at the paper lying alone on the ground, and his thin lips pursed. His five fingers

suddenly clenched into a fist and thumped on the solid wood desk, making a loud noise.

Several papers on the desk flew away, and fell to the ground, covering the note in the size of a

business card.

William was used to being domineering. In the past four years, Vivian's meekness had helped him

develop his natural temperament. He thought that even if he didn't explain, she should understand him.

However, William held such a firm and confident attitude, and found that he had lost the stupid woman

he cared about most. Even if he did something wrong, he would not bow down and admit his mistake.

He really wanted to teach the little woman a little lesson and let her return to him. Unexpectedly, she

suddenly became stubborn and ran away with another man.

How could he not be angry? He couldn't stand it psychologically, so he insisted like this.

William had not had a good time these days, very bad, to say the least.

His cold sight fell on the pile of important documents again. The clock on the wall turned round and

round, he remained still like a mountain. He suddenly bent down to put those documents aside, and

that note was still lying there quietly.