The President’s Five Children

Kouodjou had it all figured out regarding the opportunities afterward.

She lost this patent, it was just a little less money.

As long as she had Mr. Barbero’s investment remitted, she could earn it back by re-examining the other patents.

Not so with Gota.

Everything Gota has now is stolen, he doesn’t have any real skills himself.

So as long as Kouodjou had the slightest chance of turning over a new leaf, he could defeat Gota.

“You can’t defeat me.” Kouodjou’s tone was certain, “Don’t forget, I’m the one who taught you how to do business in the first place.”

Bang!

Kouodjou hung up the phone.

Gota was so angry that he cursed one after another and smashed everything he could at hand.

Calming down, he immediately called Mr. Barbero.

But Mr. Barbero’s phone was disconnected!

Damn it, had Kouodjou already talked to Mr. Barbero, so Mr. Barbero had abandoned him?

The more Gota thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he kept calling.

I don’t know how many calls he made before he got a text message back from Mr. Barbero, “Dealing with personal matters, I’ll call you when I’m done.”

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Gota was even more nervous.

He wanted to text Mr. Barbero to ask him if the previous cooperation could continue.

After editing several times, he gave up.

He was afraid that Mr. Barbero would get bored if he kept on asking!

He fell into a disheveled position on the boss chair, not understanding what went wrong.

He had obviously done a good job, why did Mr. Barbero still flip out?

Just as he was thinking, his cell phone rang.

Gota hurriedly picked up, “Mr. Barbero, you’re busy ah, I just wanted to talk to you about the cooperation, I …”

“It’s me.” Noe spoke on the other end of the line.

Two words that made Gota lose all interest and his voice was breathless, “You, why are you calling me.”

Noe was choked by his question, and smiled again in a moment, gentle and incomparable, “You haven’t come to see me since I was discharged from the hospital, I’ll cook for you tonight, will you come and eat?”

“Still a patient, why cook,” Gota replied, “Besides, you can’t buy anything outside, you have to go to your place to eat, what a waste of time.”

Noe’s voice cooled a little, “Then come back too, have a bite more or less.”

“Got it, I’ll be there at seven.” Gota hung up impatiently.

Can’t reach Mr. Barbero right now, how can I be in the mood for dinner.

Women are really troublesome.

They don’t have the slightest bit of insight!

Suffering until seven in the evening, Gota went to the suburban villa where Noe was, but kept his eyes on his cell phone, staring all the time, waiting for a message from Mr. Barbero.

“I made the steak special, Gota try it, it’s delicious.” Noe said.

Gota gave a perfunctory grace, not taking his eyes off the phone screen, picked up his fork and took a bite.

Then spit it all out with a wow.

The tone of his voice was as disgusting as it could be, “What the hell is this stuff of yours, it’s as bland as a radish, and one bite is full of water, disgusting me to death!”

Noe’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot, “Because what you’re eating is radish!”

What?

Gota then looked down and realized that what he spit out was a piece of white radish as decoration, or the raw kind.

As for the steak, it was still lying nicely on the side.

“We haven’t eaten together for a long time, can’t you just put down your phone for a while and have a nice meal with me?” Noe asked.

In his tone, there were already more than a few points of aggravation and anger.

Gota had no choice but to put down his cell phone, “Okay, let’s eat first, I won’t look at it okay.”

As the words landed, the cell phone rang, Gota grabbed it like an arrow off the string and rushed to the corner to pick it up.