From childhood to adulthood, Claudia had been her nightmare in Pamela, but she smiled again at the thought of the news in this morning‘s newspaper.

"I am kind enough to remind you to watch the news." Pamela said, hang up the phone.

Claudia threw away his cell phone, uncovered the quilt and got out of bed into the bathroom.

After washing up, she made herself a simple breakfast and went out to the company.

On the way to drive, Pamela‘s words were like a spell, entangling her constantly.

With a fidgety low curse, she parked her car on the side of the road, got off and went to the newsstand to buy a copy of today‘s newspaper.

Shake off the newspaper and finally understand Pamela‘s meaning of calling her.

The whole front page was reporting one thing： President rowan family and the daughter of the oil magnate met late at night.

Bai Family‘s daughter and the daughter of the oil magnate are really lively.

Ignoring the tightness of his heart, Claudia threw away the newspaper and drove away.

"Where are the things?"

When the wind and fire came out of the elevator, Claudia saw Alger and asked.

Alger twisted his eyebrows and said displeasure, "I am not a paparazzi or a private detective."

"Oh?" Claudia listened to what he said, stopped suddenly and looked at him with a smile： "then may I ask secretary Xu, this is not you, that is not you, what do I want you to do? My salary does not support idle people."

After a pause, she reached out and patted Alger on the face. "You have been with me for so long, don‘t you know?"

Although she smiled on her face, the smile was even bright and moving.

But Alger knew that she was angry, and very, very angry.

She always said that women can‘t get angry often, they will get older and shorten their life span.

Cherish her life like her, the number of times she is really angry over the years is very small.

With a slight cough, he stepped back and nodded respectfully, "Give me an hour."

"Half an hour! I want all the information about Song Liancheng! And what he ate, what he drank, how many times he went to the toilet, and which brand of toilet paper he used today! Understand?"

"Yes."

"Bang!"

The office door was slammed by Claudia.

Alger slowly raised his eyes and looked at the closed door panel.

Twenty minutes later, Alger appeared in front of Claudia with a flat panel in his hand.

She was on the phone, and her tone was cold. "If you can‘t do it, you‘ll hit 200,000, or you‘ll strip yourself off and lie in her bed! Don‘t talk nonsense to me, in short, I want to see her sign a contract with Yuanyang!"

Claudia has never been a good man and a good woman. Over the years, in order to spread abroad, she has done many out－of－line things both explicitly and implicitly.

Alger quietly listened to her call and handed over the tablet. "Song Liancheng has a party at NT Hotel tonight. The following is the information of his driver, who has a 17－year－old daughter and will study abroad this year, which will cost about 500,000 yuan a year."

Claudia rowed the screen and laughed out loud： "Song Liancheng is really good at picking. He only pays 200,000 a year to the driver."

The flat panel was buckled on the table, and she leaned back to the back of the chair. "Contact his driver immediately."

"Yes, Mu Zong."

Alger turned to the door, just holding the door handle, only to hear a soft female voice behind him： "Just now, I‘m sorry."

He turned his head. Claudia raked his hair and hung his eyes. "It‘s not against you."

"I know, Mu Zong, I went out first."

… …

At 11： 30 p.m., at the gate of NT Hotel.

Song Liancheng patted the woman Tun and got on the bus slightly shaking.

The driver looked at him in the rearview mirror and said nervously, "Sir, are you going?"

"Well, let‘s go." Holding his eyebrows, Song Liancheng closed his eyes and took a nap.

The car started and just a few hundred meters later, a silver Cayenne crashed into it.

"Shit!" With a low curse, Song Liancheng got used to it and held the back of the chair in front of him. He frowned, "What‘s the matter!"

"Yes, a car hit." The driver broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. When he finished speaking, the window on Song Liancheng‘s side was knocked.

Lower the window, a full face of anger in the sight of people outside the window, vanished.

The lip angle rose and the eyes were dyed thick. Song Liancheng raised his eyebrows： "Miss Mu?"

Claudia bent over and apologized. "I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry, are you all right?"