novelraw Chapter 371: Does Your Conscience Not Hurt?
Chapter 371: Does Your Conscience Not Hurt?
Her gentleness was like a clear stream flowing into his fiery heart, making him want to get closer. Arlo Seys’s hands did not stop, wrapping around Ariel Morris’s body as if to merge her with himself.The two kissed passionately, as Arlo Seys gradually removed Ariel Morris’s clothes, eyes filled with a smile.
And her body, ignited by him long ago, had already reached its peak temperature, ready to meld into him at any moment.
The two became one, expressing their love in the most intense way, filling the room with romance...
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Ariel Morris had already fallen into a deep sleep, fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Arlo Seys looked down, observing her flushed face, and couldn’t help but smile deeply.
The luckiest thing in life is when the one you love, loves you too. As time goes by, instead of feeling faded, the love grows deeper.
The happiest thing in life is when the person lying in the bed is the one you love most, waking in the middle of the night, looking at the face of your beloved beside you, feeling like your heart, your world, time, and everything in the world is wonderful and treating you kindly.
The proudest thing for a man is not how many women he can sleep with in a lifetime, but that he can be with the one he loves for a lifetime, having her for a lifetime.
Being able to have Ariel for a lifetime is the luckiest and happiest thing for Arlo Seys in this lifetime.
Arlo Seys took his phone to the balcony and dialed Callan Walkers’s number.
"President Seys----middle of the night, do you need something?" Callan Walkers yawned on the other side.
Arlo Seys replied coolly, "You’re a single dog, without a soft beauty in your arms, and you sleep so early?"
"...President Seys, you’re attacking my character in the middle of the night, I demand emotional damage compensation!!" Callan Walkers complained.
Arlo Seys sneered, ignoring Callan Walkers’s grievance, "Send a birthday party invitation for my grandfather to Langdon Seal. Send two, one for his brother Jose Floyd. Both should be sent to Global Media, into Langdon Seal’s hands."
Callan: "...BOSS, you’re like a tiger unleashed. I feel like Movie King Seal and the others are done for."
His boss, cold and aloof on the outside, deeply scheming on the inside, who could compete once he makes a move?
Arlo Seys paused for a moment, "Callan, have you gleaned anything from keeping an eye on Damien Morris these past few days?"
Callan’s voice paused, then slowly came through, "Apart from seeing his sister Kylie Morris before investing in the Saxton Family, there’s been no further contact. BOSS, I’ve been working overtime tracking the Morris Clan’s movements daily; I demand a raise!!"
He absolutely deserves a raise. As an assistant who handles both personal and official matters so well, shouldn’t President Seys feel embarrassed if he doesn’t raise his salary?
Arlo Seys’s voice was very cool, "Annual bonus, monthly bonus, and salary—you still want more? Callan, are you even awake?"
Callan: "...BOSS, I manage both your private and public matters, am I not worth a raise? President Seys, doesn’t your conscience hurt?"
Arlo Seys replied faintly, "My conscience is alive and kicking," then with a click, hung up Callan’s call very coolly.
The monthly salary is at least tens of thousands, not even counting the monthly bonus! The annual bonus equals a department manager’s yearly wages, and still, he wants a raise? Callan is shameless!
Should he consider lowering Callan’s salary one day, let him experience the ups and downs of life? Arlo Seys thought with a touch of slyness.
Arlo Seys returned to bed, lay down, turned his head to watch the sleeping person beside him, leaned in, and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, murmuring softly: "Ariel, no matter the storms, I will always keep you safe. As long as I’m here, no one can harm you."