Newlywed Wife Is The Boss

“Tomorrow the Fletcher Group’s branch in Switzerland happens to hold an anniversary party, and you are invited to attend.”

Lorenzo’s eyes were very sincere.

“I’m not an employee of your the Fletcher Group, that’s not very nice, is it?”

Jessica sniffed slightly.

“You’re Mrs. Fletcher, their president’s wife, so grounded is that reason enough?”

Lorenzo looked at Jessica with a smile.

“We …”

“Some couples have a marriage license, but it’s in name only, while we have that little book missing, our love is eternal and unchanging.”

Lorenzo interrupted Jessica’s words.

…

Hotel Beau-Rivage Palace Lausanne.

The Fletcher Group branch, 　　Switzerland, anniversary banquet.

The Lausanne Palace Hotel is one of Switzerland’s most historic luxury hotels, next to the International Olympic Museum and facing the fantastic Lake Geneva, with a total of 10 acres of gardens, built from the beginning to be a hotel for the vacation and retreat of celebrities.

It can be said that it is a common palace of celebrities and distinguished people, dignified but loose, every inch of the place is full of lazy luxury.

There is no excuse for the Fletcher Group to choose this venue for their banquet.

Such an occasion, naturally, should be equipped with the most high society atmosphere of the orchestra, the tunes of the court dinner, it seems that every note is a taste of the Swiss francs.

Lorenzo has always treated everyone equally, so on such occasions, in addition to the top management of the group, there are also ordinary employees who work hard for the Fletcher Group.

As the president of the head office, Lorenzo, who is above all others and never likes to attend these events, was able to participate in person, which shows the importance of this party.

The waiters were busy in their suits and clothes, with Italian crystal glasses neatly arranged in trays, and those wines flown in directly from the estate, all of the highest specifications.

Lorenzo, with a glass of wine, always on point, compared to the other executives, his dress is much simpler, a shirt with a pair of black pants, even so, it is impossible to ignore the presence, he looked around, but did not find the person he wanted to see.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Luca, hasn’t Jessica arrived yet?”

Lorenzo called in the special assistant to the president of the Swiss branch.

“I’m sorry, President, I don’t see Mrs. Fletcher anywhere.”

Luca, the special assistant, answered truthfully, and he was just about to ask Lorenzo if he needed to call and ask, when the doors to the ballroom were opened by the waiter, and a sound of fine high heels attracted the eyes of many people, including Lorenzo.

Jessica rarely dresses up, she has always been plain, even if occasionally accompanying Lorenzo to attend important occasions, but also the usual elegant style, tonight Jessica’s makeup and clothing with, like the goddess of wisdom Athena.

There is no doubt that her appearance became the center of attention, and the men looked at Jessica with undisguised amazement.

“Mr. Fletcher, shall I ask Mrs. Fletcher?”

Luca, the special assistant, saw Lorenzo’s eyes fall on Jessica not far away and asked a soft question.

“The banquet begins.”

Lorenzo originally with a bit of non-angry feeling, see the surrounding men’s unconcealed gaze, and see some executives do not know how to stick up to take the initiative to find the topic, the face more gloomy, the voice also clear and cold a lot.

“…”

Luca, the special assistant, nodded and left, incidentally giving a few seconds of silence in his heart for those people.

In fact, it is not to blame those uninformed men, even he, also just learned that the president is married news, the first time to see the president’s wife, how to describe it, than the photo is also stunning.

The banquet began with classical music echoing in the large ballroom, and Lorenzo, as the top leader, was inevitably present for the speeches.

“Your presence like this is a big hustle and bustle, your family Mr. Fletcher are going to be compared to you.”

Amara looked at the photo Jessica sent and couldn’t help but sigh.

“There is nothing comparable between men and women. In order not to disgrace Mr. Fletcher, I bought the gown at the cost of one Jung million gold.”

Jessica stood somewhere and didn’t move forward to join in the fun, posting a selfie and chatting with her bestie Amara.

“Yo, surprisingly a Zheng Wanjin? Not like your usual style ah, it is really Mr. Fletcher charm.”

Amara knew that such an occasion must not be able to hear the voice, so she simply sent a text.

“Mr. Fletcher’s diamond card so I don’t have to save for him, although it still hurts a bit to say that, after all, these kinds of clothes can’t be worn everyday, and you can’t wear the same one for every party.”

Jessica sighed.

“You’re choking me to death with this dog food.”

Amara posted several pictures of lemons at the end.

“No more talk, he’s coming in my direction.”

Jessica gave an explanation and turned off her phone.