You Are My Mr Wright

Chapter 91 the Same Gifts

Arthur Andrew's hand fell on his chest exaggeratedly and he wailed, "You dislike me now? In fact, you

can get everything you get on a woman's body from me. Wright, do you want to try?"

Beau Wright's eyes twitched as he glanced at Arthur Andrew. His handsome face was full of disgust,

"Disgusting!"

"Disgusting? How did I disgust you? Beau Wright, I'm not the same as women, but I have something

they don't have. Don't really want to try."

Why did he feel avoidant and disgusting?

Arthur Andrew was deliberately teasing him. The more disgusting he felt, the more excited Arthur

Andrew became. His slender body lay directly on the desk of the conference room, with his legs

crossed. His posture was charming and attractive.

"Look at my figure and face. I'm definitely a first-class one. Don't you want me?"

"I think your second profession can be a prostitute. By the way, I'm sure you don't need me to call

Lavinia George and ask her to come here to conquer you..."

Hearing this, Arthur Andrew coughed softly, took out a key from his suit pocket, and threw it to him.

Taking it, Beau Wright raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"A birthday gift, a villa in Cultural Park of Tranton. It's surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the air

is fresh there. I think it's very suitable for you and your wife to hang out!"

While he was speaking, Arthur Andrew stood up from his desk. He tidied up his suit with his big hand

and walked out of the conference room.

"Where are you going now?" Beau Wright glanced at his back.

"I've decided to listen to your advice. I'll go back and fight with deal with Lavinia George’s hands..."

"…"

Beau Wright swept his eyes over the red scratches on his neck, understanding his words right away...

At Park Hyatt Hotel.

Lainey Brown, Harriet Smith, Mary Wright, and even Sykes Wright, all had arrived.

As for the surprise that Harriet Smith had just mentioned, she intended to decorate the restaurant

again. However, on second thought, she realized that a man would definitely not like those things.

Besides, it seemed that the other three had no intention of doing so, so she gave up.

"Hasn't Beau come yet?" Lainey Brown asked with a frown.

Harriet Smith looked at the time and said, "It's 6:50 p.m., which is not the appointed time. He'll be here

at seven o'clock."

Lainey Brown nodded and then looked at Sykes Wright, "Did your father call you?"

"Why is he supposed to call me? It's Big Brother's birthday. My father should have called him." Sykes

Wright said.

"I don't know how busy he will be all the year-round. Can he stay at the House of Wright for two days a

year? Despite that, can't he even make a few calls?"

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He didn't seem to be a member of the Wrights. Usually, when someone made a phone call to him,

either no one answered it or the secretary answered it. It would be more difficult to have a phone call

him once.

Hearing this, Sykes Wright frowned, "Mom, today is Big Brother's birthday. Can you say something

pleasant? Why are you acting like a resentful woman?"

Mary Wright's expression changed slightly, but it was not obvious.

"Sykes, are you deliberately acting contrary to Mom these two days?" Lainey Brown felt so angry.

Without saying a word, Sykes Wright remained silent. He felt that she was suffering from

chemotherapy, so she could make endless troubles every day, as if she was constantly picking on

problems.

The three of them sat there waiting. At seven o'clock, Beau Wright appeared at the entrance of the

restaurant.

He first glanced at Harriet Smith, and then looked at the other three. He narrowed his eyes slightly and

then sat down.

"Did your dad call you?" Lainey Brown still didn't give up and asked Beau Wright.

Hearing this, Sykes Wright felt a sharp pain in his head, "Can't she stop for a while?"

"No, he should be very busy these days..." Beau Wright said lightly.

"He’s busy. How busy can he be? It's his own son's birthday, but he doesn't even make a phone call!"

Mary Wright tugged at her sleeve and reminded her, "Lainey, today is Beau's birthday."

Only then did she restrain herself. She took a deep breath and breathed steadily.

Sykes Wright took out a pen and handed it over, "Here, Beau, although it's not from some famous

brand, I bought it with my own money."

After working part-time at the gas station for so long, it was the first time that he had really earned

money by himself.

Knowing that, Beau Wright curled his thin lips and patted him on the shoulder with his big hand, "Thank

you."

Seeing this, Harriet Smith lowered her head and opened the bag she was carrying with her. She also

planned to take out the birthday present she had prepared.

However, before she could take out the gift, Mary Wright smiled and handed her gift over, "I chose it. I

don't know if Beau likes it. Open it and have a look."

"Since it was personally prepared by Aunt, I like it."

The delicate box fell on the big hands. As Beau Wright spoke, he moved his big hand and quickly

opened the box. It was a black wallet with dark lines.

Staring at his expression, Mary Wright felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction, softness, and joy.

Harriet Smith raised her head inadvertently and happened to see the wallet.

She was stunned there. The hand that was taking out the gift box immediately stopped. This type of

situation was unexpected.

She didn't expect that the gift Mary Wright chose would be the same as hers.

At this time, Mary Wright had already taken the initiative to send the gift out. How could she take it out

now?

If the style or shape of the wallet were different, there was something to explain. But now the two

wallets were exactly the same. If hers were taken out, it would only be embarrassing.

Her hand, which had already touched the gift box, slowly pulled out. She had no intention of handing it

over anymore.

One was because of the clash.

The other reason was that when you saw the gifts you loved and carefully selected, sent by others first.

The mystery, surprise, and excitement disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When the gift had lost its original meaning, it was useless. Moreover, when she saw that gift, she felt

very uncomfortable.

Beau Wright narrowed his eyes and looked at Harriet Smith. He stretched out his big hand and asked,

"Where is the gift prepared by Mrs. Wright?"

She smiled embarrassedly said awkwardly, "I left in a hurry and forgot to bring it with me."

In an instant, Beau Wright's eyes darkened. He narrowed his eyes and stared at her deeply and

fiercely, as if he wanted to pierce her.

"What else you haven't forgotten, huh?" His voice was low and extremely cold. "