"You can say that again! She looks pure and discinplined, I thought she was very clean. Who could believe that she's the mistress of Johnson."
"The mistress of Johnson?" Wendy’s eyebrows creased.
But she just sat down and said nothing about that.
Another contractor came over to whisper in her ears, "Wendy, do you know who they are saying?"
Wendy shook her head. "No, I don't know."
"In the forum of our company, someone uploaded some photos of Johnson and his mistress in hotels and restaurants. Their faces were very clear. Can you guess the mistress?"
Wendy did not say a word.
"Hey, I know you will not be able to guess it. Let me tell you, it's Avril. She is the mistress."
Wendy looked surprised but not for the answer. She was wondering who exposed this secret.
"With those pictures
