The Rest Of My Life Is For You

"People from the design department, have you contacted Mr. Lombardi before?" Nian Xiaomu hung up the phone and asked calmly.

Mr. Lombardi is a man with a sense of time.

He won't leave the design draft for no reason.

She was now worried about something unexpected.

"I have been contacted. The date for submitting the manuscript was today, but I don't know why. Mr. Lombardi has been out of touch since yesterday."

The secretary paused and continued.

"Until today, the submission time had passed and Lombardi was still unable to contact him. The colleagues in the design department realized that there might be a problem."

"I couldn't get in touch yesterday ..." Nian Xiaomu held her shoulders and groaned for a moment.

"It's nine in the morning, and it's a long time before today's end. Let the people in the design department wait, and I will actively contact Lombardi."

"OK." The secretary left quickly.

Nian Xiaomu stepped back and walked back to his station, "Xiao Xiao, please transfer me a detailed description of Lombardi and his team."

The called Xiaoxiao froze before answering subconsciously.

"The director of the year, Lombardi's team, was previously kept in Wang Miaomiao's hands."

"... Who did the data be transferred to after Wang Miaomiao's departure?" Nian Xiaomu's expression turned strange and he turned to look at her.

Xiaoxiao thought for a while and pointed to the manager's office.

"It should be Mr. Wen."

"..."

Nian Xiaomu narrowed her eyes, stepped forward, and reached out to knock on the door.

Then, push the door in.

Wen Yadai saw her without surprise.

Instead, she put a thick information book in front of her.

"Is it for Lombardi?" Wen Yadai glanced at her and smiled.

"This is the information that Wang Miaomiao left and returned to the company. It should have been given to you early in the morning, but I accidentally forgot it. I hope you don't mind."

"..."

Nian Xiaomu looked at the information in front of him, and instead of reaching out, he asked suddenly.

"Wang Miaomiao moved and even the phone was switched off. Manager Wen, do you know?"

"What?" Wen Yadai didn't expect that she would ask this suddenly, and there was a moment of nagging.

Just for a second, calm has returned.

"She did something wrong and should be punished. I am very sad, so after she left, she never contacted her. Why did she move?"

"..."

Nian Xiaomu could not answer for a moment.

Wen Yadai's reaction was normal.

Instead, she now feels suspicious.

"I heard my colleagues in the department said that she could not be reached now, so I asked casually and did not disturb the manager's work." Nian Xiaomu said, reaching out and holding the information in front of her, ready to leave.

Wen Yadai got up from her chair ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ By the way, I heard that Lombardi can't be reached right now. I have asked my friends in Italy to help inquire about the news. I will notify you immediately if anything happens. "

"Thank you, Manager Wen." Nian Xiaomu's eyes flickered and she left quickly.

The moment the office door closed.

Wen Yadai's smiley face cooled down instantly.

Looking out of the glass wall, looking at Nian Xiaomu who had just left her office, a grinning smile arose from the corner of her mouth.

Find it, look for it.

She received news last night that people at Lombardi Studios had been hospitalized because of collective food poisoning.

There should be a mess at the studio.

No one cares about Nian Xiaomu. For the rest of my life