Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1526: Two Women Looking For Mr. Norwell

Chapter 1526: Two Women Looking for Mr. Norwell

The car headed straight for Charity Medical Center...

At the Russell family home, two maids looked anxiously at Mya. They were unable to complete the task given by the mistress, what should they do now?

"It's okay," Mya noticed their concern and said, "I'll explain it to the mistress." Saying this, she took out her mobile phone, "Don't worry." The maids bowed to her, then watched her turn and leave, sighing in relief.

Mya sat down on the sofa. She organized her thoughts and dialed Violet's number.

She reported in a soft voice, "Mom, I let Claire go."

"You..." Violet couldn't believe it.

"She held a pair of scissors to her neck and threatened the maids at the door. I was worried that she would hurt herself if she became too emotional, so I let her go," Mya spoke softly.

Hearing the reason, Violet couldn't blame her, "Alright, take good care of yourself." She thought, compromises had to be made after all.

In the small western-style building of Algerone Swain, the rich aroma of soup permeated the air.

Monica, with a cookbook in hand, busied herself in the kitchen. The smell of black chicken soup wafted out, tantalizing.

Belinda couldn't help but go to the kitchen door, "Yo, is this my daughter?"

"Of course!" Monica controlled the heat, giving her mother a back view. This was her first time cooking.

Belinda couldn't help but smile; this determination was so much like her younger self.

Changing and trying for someone is a unique impulse of youth.

Monica weighed even the amount of pepper powder she added. She followed each step of the soup-making process meticulously, without rushing, "Homemade soup has sincerity. I'm happy to win his stomach.” Yes, she was making soup for Tristan now, as a small token of her feelings.

Monica thought about it all morning. She knew Tristan lacked nothing, so she didn't know what would be a good gift for him.

“I heard that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach!" Monica was still busy, stating her viewpoint, "Although this saying is cliché, it does have some truth.”

Belinda continued to look at her daughter's back and couldn't help but reply, "You, you might have captured his heart before you even got a chance to capture his stomach.”

The headband and necklace Tristan gifted Monica were very precious. "Hehe!" Monica's heart was sweet. She thought about the interview and the feeling of security that those words gave her. Every sentence pulled at her nerves.

The feeling of being in love was so wonderful.

At Clarke Corp.

A red Maserati stopped at the company's entrance. After Camille got out of the car and removed her sunglasses, she walked into the hall with her assistant, exuding a powerful aura.

The receptionist politely asked, "Miss Camille, do you have an appointment?"

"No, but I must see Mr. Norwell today." Camille was determined. She decided to return to France, but she was still not reconciled and always wondered why the outstanding Tristan would choose an ordinary girl. Was he blind?

She always felt this was a play. She had to ask until she understood! But the problem was, she couldn't see Mr. Norwell at all.

At this time, Monica came in with a thermos bowl. She was wearing high heels, a high ponytail, and a light blue sweater with a skirt. She looked surprisingly gentle.

"Miss!"

Someone stopped her.

Monica stopped and looked up, smiling, "I'm looking for Mr. Norwell." "Do you have an appointment?"

"No." She shook her head, "I'm his girlfriend, do I need an appointment to see him?"

Camille turned her head when she heard this.

The security guard didn't know, Mr. Norwell didn't have a girlfriend before, so he was also unable to answer this question.

Monica took out her phone, "No problem, I'll call Tristan now." As she said this, she already dialed a video call, then smiled at the security guard, "Just a moment!"

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