Master Odell’s Secret Ex-Wife Chapter 1194

Chapter 1194 Before the meeting even finished, Sherry gobbled up more than
half of the food on the table. Empty plates and beer cans were stacked in pillars in front of her.

Mr. Clarkson and his men were distracted by her eating
manners in the midst of discussing the details with Peter.

Sherry
was munching on a lamb chop when she sensed their gazes. A quick pause later, she said, “Go on, do
n‘t mind me.”

Why would they look at her? She was just there to carry the briefcase, after all.

The men then looked at John with Mr. Clarkson wearing an awkward smile. “Master Stockton, we‘ve
been talking for a while now, and we haven‘t learned who this lady is.”

John glanced at Sherry. “Just a maid here to carry my briefcase.”

Mr. Clarkson was stunned. He thought that Sherry was either John‘s secretary or wife, or
even his secret lover. He never expected her to be just a maid, and
one without any countenance or behavior of a maid.

Mr. Clarkson put his questions aside. This meeting was to get John to agree to the
deal, hence Sherry‘s identity did not matter.

The meeting continued, and so Sherry commenced with her food. She finally stopped eating when her
belly was bloated.

It was not her fault forêating more than she could handle. The men were busy talking, and the
food was going cold. She devoured everything so that the food would not go to waste.



The meeting finally ended.

Mr. Clarkson passed John two drafted agreements.

John went through the details in the agreement and got a pen from Peter to inscribe his signature on it.

Mr. Clarkson got a copy back. The signature on the document put a smile on his and his men‘s faces.

“Master Stockton, I assure you that we will make this project the biggest one yet. You won‘t be disappoi
nted !” John curled his lips. “I believe in you.” He then looked at Sherry. “Done?”

The others flickered their eyes awkwardly and wisely stopped talking

Sherry was munching on some watermelon. She seemed to be in a good mood now that her belly was
filled. “I‘m almost done.”

John then got up. He passed the signed agreement to

Peter.

Peter then kept the documents in his personal briefcase.

Mr. Clarkson and his men got up and smiled. “Master Stockton, leaving already?” “It‘s getting
late. Go home and
get some rest,” John said with a smile. He glanced at Sherry before he left the room.

Sherry grabbed the briefcase and followed him out, and Peter did the same.

Mr. Clarkson and the others stayed back and saw them off.

Twenty minutes later, the car arrived back at the Stocktons‘ residence but did not go
inside. The car stopped in front of the main gate, and John showed no intention of going inside either.



He looked at Sherry.

“Why are you looking at me?” she asked. She wondered why the car did not drive into the compound.

John glanced at the briefcase in her arms. “Leave the bag. Go in.”

Sherry‘s gaze shifted. She unconsciously tightened her hug on the briefcase and
said, “Aren‘t you going inside? Where are you going? It‘s late
already.” John wore a delightful smile on his handsome face. “I

need to go back to the office to deal with something. Why? You want to come along?”

Sherry‘s eyes flickered. “I‘m tired, and it‘s time for me to clock out. I‘m not going.”

She wanted to leave the car, but John suddenly held her wrist.

Sherry tried to
pull her hand away but failed. She glared at him and asked, “Why are you holding my hand? Let me

go!”

“Leave the briefcase,” John said with curled lips.

Sherry blinked awkwardly and said, “There‘s nothing in the briefcase, and I accidentally
spilled beer on it just now. It‘s dirty. I’ll throw it away for you.”


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