Mr. Tycoon's Beloved Wife: The Madam No One Dares to Offend

Chapter 415: What Else Shall I Want?

Margaret had a pair of sunglasses on her face that allowed her to scrutinize him willingly.

This young man kept smiling and didn’t mind Margaret scrutinizing him.

Margaret thought, "Although he wasn’t as good-looking as Julian, he looks sunny and energetic.

He looked to be in his early twenties and had no similarity with the man who had an affair with Riya. This man was vigorous.

Margaret snorted and replied, "Who’s looking at you? You’re the one blocking my vision."

She was not the kind of superficial woman who would lose her sense because of a good-looking face.

Margaret thought, "But this man was so annoying. Why did he keep talking to me?"

"Sorry, this is my seat."

The man smiled with a feeling of sorry. He leaned back unconsciously to show some guilt.

Margaret snorted and leaned back. She took out a blanket, covered herself, and turned her head to the cabin window.

She saw layers of clouds that looked like cotton candy.

The plane that was flying in the sky began to keep stable. Margaret stared at the clouds and had her mind drift away.

Why was she so impulsive that decided to go abroad?

Was she crazy? Why did she suddenly want to see him so badly?

Margaret was a little irritated by her rash decision.

At that time, she felt that she should buy a plane ticket immediately. But now on the plane, she began to regret it.

The man said no word to Margaret after that, leaving Margaret quietly lay down with her sunglasses on her face. She felt like falling asleep.

Looking at the clouds outside, Margaret let her mind wander.

She pondered on how to answer Julian’s question if he asked why she was here in front of him.

What was more, what expression should she take on when seeing Julian? An expression of surprise? It would soon be seen through as fake. Being affectionate? It looked disgusting.

Being indifferent? Cold? It was too pretentious.

Would it sound mendacious if she said that she missed him?

Margaret sighed, "What should I do? I feel so lost."

"How should I explain to him when seeing him?"

Margaret imagined the expression Juliana would wear when she saw him.

"Could he be in a meeting? Could he be in the hotel? Could it be that he was too busy to spare time for her?"

"Could he be having sex with a woman?"

Margaret shivered and secretly turned around to glimpse at the man with earphones beside her.

Margaret guessed that Julian might appreciate no beauty of foreign women like her of foreign men.

Then another question hit Margaret that she hadn’t taken shower and changed her clothes before taking the flight. The clothes had been on her for more than one day and Julian could smell alcohol from her breath.

She was worried, "Could I look untidy now?"

Margaret was discouraged and lay back in the seat.

She felt she should find a hotel for a shower right after getting off the plane.

These thoughts induced continuous sighs from Margaret on the flight. Even the man beside her seemed to be infected and took a sigh from time to time.

Margaret glimpsed at him. After the man sighed again, she asked indifferently, "Are you mocking at me?"

"No, no, no, I’m just breathing."

The man took a very standard deep breath and Margaret gave him a disdainful look.

"Miss, what are you doing?"

"You’re not allowed to strike up a conversation with me or pretend to be acquainted with me. Don’t even try to seduce me."

Margaret ruthlessly stopped him before he could speak.

The man spread his hands to show his helplessness and obediently shut his mouth.

Beauties had a temper. The more beautiful they were, the bigger their temper could be.

The man believed in this rule.

Seeing the man had no more intention of talking to her, Margaret calmed down.

When the plane landed, it was evening local time in Micronland.

As soon as getting off the plane, Margaret already felt the difference and could not help but frown.

Although she used to run around abroad a few years ago, Margaret was lazy to take flights around.

Unlike Micronland, the homeland was familiar with beautiful sceneries. "Miss."

Here came that awkward accent again. Margaret turned around and saw the man was behind her. She felt impatient.

Though he was passionate, Margaret had the least feeling to make friends with him now.

Seeing that the man drew near, Margaret immediately turned around and ran away.

To Margaret, they are strangers who just met at the flight accidentally.

It did not occur to the man that Margaret would run away. After being stunned for a moment, he quickly caught up.

"Miss!"

"What have I encountered? Why is he so annoying?"

Margaret left the airport hurriedly, but her luggage was held by someone behind her as soon as she got out of the gate.

Margaret was scared, "Is he going to rob me in public?"

She turned to look at the man and whispered, "What do you want?"

"I have to tell you, you cannot rob me for sex. And I don’t have money. But I found this black card before. You can have it but I don’t know the password as it’s not mine."

After finishing speaking, Margaret took out a black card from her pocket and stuffed it into the man’s palm.

Margaret planned to call Julian later and told him to write off that card. What was more, she would ask him to pick up her.

"I don’t need money."

The man was stunned for a moment before returning the card to Margaret.

Margaret couldn’t breathe now, "If he doesn’t want money, then he is going to rob me for sex."

Margaret frowned and was wondering if she could beat him to the ground with her poor defense skill.

"I just want to ask, is your surname Anderson?"

Margaret felt worse.

She thought, "He must keep an eye on me since Far City as he knows my things."

"As you know my surname, you must know the Anderson family in Far City. Although we are abroad now far from Far City, the Anderson family still has the influence. You’d better not hurt me."

Margaret raised her head and said, "You can’t rob me as I know some defense skill."

Margaret thought she could get out of the predicament since she was in the airport where loads of people would hear her call to help. So, she had a big chance to escape.

"No. Don’t misunderstand. I don’t mean to hurt you. I am an employee of the Jorgansen Group. If you are Miss Anderson, then you are my boss."

As he spoke, the man took Margaret’s hand and lowered his head to leave a kiss on it.

He was very friendly, "I follow Mr. Jorgansen’s instruction to return to Micronland."

Margaret relieved now, "No wonder he kept an eye on me!"

There was no way that Margaret would take notice of him as the Jorgansen Group had many employees. But it was natural that the employees knew her.

"I’ve seen you before in the company. But I couldn’t be sure it’s you since you are wearing sunglasses today."

Finally, he said amicably, "I’ve taken a photo of you and sent it to Mr. Jorgansen. He’s on the way to the airport. We can wait together. Oh! He is here!"

The man turned around, full of surprise.

...

The night sky in Micronland was dark.

Even the moon disappeared.

Margaret blinked and stared at the night sky as if nothing had happened.

She didn’t know what the foreign man next to her was talking about but only heard Julian replying "Okay".

"What are you looking at? No birds will come down from the sky to pick you up."

Suddenly, Julian’s deep voice came beside her. Margaret was shocked, but she still stood there, not planning to turn around.

She hadn’t taken a bath yet. She hadn’t worn a beautiful dress, and she even had no time to spray perfume. She didn’t want to meet with him now.

"Do you ignore me because you want to take a taxi to the hotel alone? It’s not safe here at night. There are often drivers kidnapping women in the midnight and ..."

"Let’s go. It’s getting late. Do not waste your sleeping time."

Before Julian could finish, Margaret in front of him quickly turned around and gave him a stiff and hypocritical smile. And then she pulled her luggage and walked past him.

Julian also turned around.

The foreign man who had followed her all the way had already run away.

Margaret took a few steps forward and nervously stopped.

Which car was Julian’s?

Julian pulled her wrist and took away her luggage.

Before she could speak, he had already pulled her towards the parking lot.

The street lamps gleamed in the night.

In her eyes, Julian’s back was like a black wall under the dim light.

However, this wall brought her a great sense of safety.

Margaret pursed her lips and whispered with a red face, "I’m not here for you."

"Okay."

Julian said calmly. Maybe he didn’t care about it at all.

Margaret frowned, raised her head and glared at him, and awkwardly snorted, "I didn’t know you would come to the airport."

"All right."

Another simple response. Margaret said angrily, "You’re not here to pick me up, are you?"

Julian stopped and turned around, saying in a deep voice, "So why am I here?" His tall figure made her frightened for a moment.

Lowering her head guiltily, she grabbed the corner of her clothes with both hands and said, "How can I know?"

He did not tell her that he came to Micronland, did he?

Why should she know why he came to the airport?

"Margaret, do you think that I’m such a good boss that I come to pick up my employee?"

He glanced at her with anger.

Margaret snorted, "Your thoughts are so hard to guess. How could I know?"

Julian raised his eyebrow. "Really?"

"Isn’t it difficult? You got angry for no reason and even didn’t go back home. Did I do something wrong?"

Did she steal his company or his properties? Why did he always tease her? She also had a temper and felt wronged.

She pursed her lips and used both her hands to twist her clothes. She had not changed her clothes yet. The stains on her clothes should not be visible in the dark.

"Am I angry?"

Julian quietly looked at the aggrieved girl in front of him and said gently.

Margaret lowered her head and looked at her tiptoe facing toward Julian’s tiptoe.

The gleaming diamond-encrusted shoes reflected suited the black shoes.

Margaret pursed her lips and complained, "I’m not a fool. You are angry."

Ever since he left her alone in the car last night, he had not said a word to her.

He even moved to the study room and did not wait for her to go to work or get off work. The most hateful thing was that he secretly came to Micronland.

It was hateful that he did not admit he had gotten angry.

When he saw that she was kicking the ground with a look of grievance, he was amused.

He had known her character, so there was no need to be angry with her. "Get in the car!"

"Where are we going?"

The woman raised her head and asked in confusion.

"It’s so late. We should back to the hotel to sleep."

It was rare for him to patiently explain such an idiotic question.

Margaret realized that they were still standing outside the airport.

She quickly entered the car.

Although it was large inside the car, Margaret was nervous when Julian sat beside her.

The driver raised the partition. Margaret blushed again.

It was as if someone knew she was going to do something.

"I was just bored, so I came here. I have a classmate here, and I am here to see her." When the carriage became quiet, Margaret became even more upset.

She made up an excuse in case that Julian asked the reason she came here. Julian was not angry. He only said, "I’m here to pick you up." "What?"

Margaret was stunned. She subconsciously raised her head. The moment she saw Julian, she quickly lowered her head.

Julian grabbed her hand and held her hand in his palm.

The man’s light breathing came from above, and his voice was deep. "I came to the airport to pick you up. Margaret, I’m very angry." Julian’s words caused Margaret to be stunned.

Before she became happy for he came to pick her up, she was stunned by what he said.

"You are angry!"

Why was he so stingy?

"I’m very angry."

Julian glanced at her and said with a hint of bitterness, "My own wife asked me to find another woman to have children. Shouldn’t I be angry?"

"I was just saying it casually. You can’t take it seriously."

Margaret lowered her head guiltily, wanting to tug her clothes again.

But her hand was held, so she could only sit obediently.

"My own wife is not willing to give birth to children for me. Do you think other women are willing to? I am no longer a wealthy and noble figure in Far City. If those women give birth to children for me, I can’t marry them, nor can I give them fame. What do they want?"

All properties of him were now Margaret’s.

The only thing he had was the title of the CEO of the Jorgansen Group.

Margaret was shocked by the sudden movement of Julian, and she retreated. Her face couldn’t help but blush.

Her line of sight moved from Julian’s face to his Adam’s apple and to the first button of his shirt.

She swallowed her saliva and muttered, "Your handsome face and your robust body..."