Caught in Love With My Previous CEO

Chapter 23 Everything Was Up to Mr. Johnson 

Chapter 23 Everything Was Up to Mr. Johnson

The man was about in his early twenties, with a red perm. It would be greatly ugly if he was an ordinary

person. But he hadalight skin and good looks, and all he wore were labels. In this way, his

presumptuousness turned into wildness.

Before Tina could speak, Tiffany first went over to him.

"Sir, are you the son of Old Mr. Johnson who came the day before yesterday? I provided services for

him to purchase that car."

She blinked and brought water to him. Her chest almost touched his arm.

"Seduce everyone."

Tina heard Coco's sneer. It was not the first time that Tiffany did such things.

She took a sigh of relief, persuading herself to keep calm, and turned around to leave.

"You sold it?" The youth asked calmly.

Before Tiffany nodded, he suddenly knocked over the cup.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? The car was leaking oil as soon as I drove it."

Leaking oil?

Tina stopped, and onlookers also gathered to watch.

Victor finally got out of his office and smiled to him, "Mr. Johnson, is it a misunderstanding? Our cars

are all new."

"How can I know what you did?" The youth took a cigarette out of his pocket and lighted it, "The

woman sales here are so trendy, maybe they often drive those new cars for stud hunting, who knows?"

What he said was really awful.

Tina took a deep breath, noticing that all other woman stuffs just glared at him in silence.

"Sir, please show some respect."

She couldn't help speaking finally and turned around to see Mr. Johnson.

Walter was here to find faults, and she was not into Tiffany at all, a slut, he could tell. But when his

eyes fell upon Tina, he was dazzled.

Her hair was tied in a ponytail tidily, and she was wearing a light make-up, coupled with her thin

eyebrows, looking like an ancient beauty. Her mouth was turned down, like she was unhappy, and her

glaring eyes made his bones turn soft.

Walter became interested in her, and he lifted his chin, "Who are you?"

Tina walked over to him with a straight back and introduced herself, "I'm Tina Lynd. I served Old Mr.

Johnson and sold him that car the day before yesterday."

"You?"

Walter pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, and glanced at Tiffany next to him in disdain.

Tiffany flushed, then she buried her face in her hands, wept and ran away.

Walter scoffed and turned to Tina, "Don't give me that indignant look. The car is still in the repair shop,

you go to see it with me."

Tina hesitated a little, Coco touched her arm and whispered behind her, "Don't go, it can't be good."

"Or I'll sue you." Walter lifted his chin, looking defiant.

Tina had to bite the bullet and stared back at him, "Fine."

"Great, a chill girl!"

Walter got happy, and a smile spread across his domineering face. He shook the key in his hands and

walked out.

Tina turned around to exchange helpless looks with Coco, and hurried to take the bag in her office and

followed the man out.

The car Walter drove was Porsche's. As he saw Tina came, he flapped his tongue and indicated that

Tina was to ride in the passenger seat.

Tina guarded against such rich second generation naturally, so she didn't dare to talk much after

getting into the car, thinking about how to deal with him later.

As she was so quiet, Walter got the chance to look carefully at her.

She had a pale skin and beautiful eyes, and her mouth was turned down, looking delicate, making

him...

Walter placed his hand against the car door, and an unexplained look appeared on his face. He

suddenly hit the pedal to the metal.

Tina didn't expect him to suddenly accelerate, though she clung to the door to be steady, her face still

got pale with fright.

When the car stopped, she was taking a break, but Walte had already got out of the car and opened

the door for her, unbelievable.

"Look, you're so timid, and you face got pale."

He even intended to touch Tina's face as he said.

Tina jumped out of her skin and avoided him quietly, "I'm okay, please take me to see the car."

"Fine." Walter did not get angry. He led her with his hand tucked into his pocket, looking disengaged. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Obviously, the stuff in the repair shop knew him very well, and welcomed him actively, "Mr. Johnson,

are you seeing you car here? It's not finished yet."

Walter turned sideways and lifted his chin to Tina, "Take her to see how serious the oil-leaking is."

The repairman was so worldly that knew him at once, and he led Tina to go into the shop.

There were cars and parts all around, not even a place to stand. The car that Walter's father purchased

was supported by a jack at the far end of the shop.

Tina understood when she saw lots of scratchs on the car, she asked the repairman when Walter was

not looking.

"Sir, can you tell me how it broke?"

The repairman glanced quickly at Walter and whispered, "Miss, to be honest, it isn't up to me, but Mr.

Johnson."

Fine, stepped on his toes.

Tina thanked him with a very strained smile and walked to Walter.

Walter stood at the door with a high-pressure water cannon for car wash on his hands, and played it

restlessly.

"Mr. Johnson, what is it that you wish?"

Hearing the woman's soft voice from behind, Walter almost didn't hold the water cannon with his

shaking hand.