Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 168 - Money Makes the Devil Go

"Hey--"

Dillon wanted to ask more questions, but the Izabella was already running downstairs with her suitcase.

He tsked and ran to the balcony, just in time to see Starry getting out of the car and Wyatt getting out of

the driver's seat.

Dillon narrowed his eyes and thought about the night Filip called him out of the blue and asked him

how to pursue girls.

He turned his phone around for a while and finally called Filip.

Dillon looked downstairs and couldn't help but tap his hand on the railing.

Filip woke up in the morning to a phone call from Dillon.

He answered the phone, and his face was darker than the light inside the dimly lit room, "Say."

"Woke you up, huh?"

As soon as Dillon heard him say that, he knew he was up and about, and he wasn't in a hurry to talk

about things.

After all, this kind of opportunity in flirting with him does not come often.

"Very idle, are you?"

Filip took a look at the time on one side and his face became even more ugly.

"No, I just wanted to ask you, we haven't gone skiing for a long time either, while the weather is still

fine."

Filip hung up the call straight away, however Dillon called back the next second.

If he doesn't answer, he keeps calling.

Filip's sleepiness is completely gone, he picked up a remote control to open the curtains, and got up

into the checkroom to pick out an outfit, "It's been a long time since I practiced, see you at Boxing Hall

later."

Since he is so idle, he will find something for him to do.

Dillon heard him say this, and did not dare to tease: "Ahem, to be serious, I do want to go skiing.

Izabella woke me up early this morning to pack up her things, and she said Starry had asked her to go

skiing. This is, Starry and Wyatt are now picking up Izabella at my doorstep."

"I'm not looking at them like this, but also some intention, if you are busy, I will call Freddie forget!"

Filip is not a fool, he would not be able to catch the point of his words, "Where did Izabella go skiing?"

"I think it was something Manor, I can't remember, it was early in the morning, Izabella woke me up.

Where did you say you were going?"

Filip's buttoned-up movements paused for a moment as he glanced at his phone, which had been

thrown on the bed, and said expressionlessly, "Go skiing."

"Is that so? I think I just heard something about practicing, you haven't practiced for a while."

Filip put his shirt back on and picked up the phone on his bed, "Which Manor?"

Dillon watched Wyatt and their car drive away and stopped talking poor: "Myora Manor."

Just as the words were spoken, the phone was hung up.

Dillon: "......"

Filip hung up Dillon's phone and dialed Austin's number directly.

Today, the secretary ran a group building, scheduled for eight o'clock, Austin has asked Filip yesterday,

Filip clearly said not to participate.

When he suddenly received a call from Filip, Austin's face changed and Albert, who had just arrived,

wondered, "Austin, your phone is ringing, why don't you answer it?" Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Austin showed him his phone and when he saw the caller ID, Albert's face fell: "Why is Mr. Pearson

calling you at this hour? Working late?"

Austin shook his head, raised his hand to his lips in a silent gesture, and then pressed answer: "Good

morning, Mr. Pearson."

"Good morning, today's group building location is changed."

"Change, change where?"

"Myora Manor."

Austin was a little confused, but he didn't dare ask Filip, "Yes, Mr. Pearson, will you come to the

reunion?"

"Well, you guys go over there first, I'll be there later."

Austin listened to Filip and knew he was ready to hang up, but there was still a very important matter,

"Mr. Pearson, you wait a moment, this temporary change of location of the group, there is a more

important issue ......"

Austin took Albert's phone and logged directly into the booking software to check the current room

balance at Myora Manor: "It's Saturday, the regular rooms at Myora Manor seem to be fully booked,

only the deluxe suites are left, which ...... "

Filip didn't even think about it, he directly granted the money: "The funds that exceed the budget, all go

to my personal account."

"Yes, Mr. Pearson, and do I need to reserve your room?"

"Hmm."

"Okay, then I'll hang up now, Mr. Pearson, and I'll see you later."

"Hmm."

After hanging up the phone, Austin was confused for a while until Albert called out to him, then he

came back to his senses, slapped his forehead and went to communicate with the bus master.

The original location of their group was at Brooklean Villa. Although they are both spa resorts,

Brooklean Villa and Myora Manor are not in the same class.

Austin said the news, the colleagues inside the car are excited.

But Austin had calmed down and looked at the excited carload of people and added, "Mr. Pearson will

also participate in this group building."

As soon as his words fell, the crowd that was cheering just now instantly fell silent.

The silence inside the carriage lasted for two seconds, I don't know who said: "Myora Manor, a buffet

inside a place that costs 888, and now also upgraded to a luxury suite, a night will cost more than

3,000, a trip to almost catch up with my monthly salary, not to mention Mr. Pearson also attended, even

if Mr. Pearson followed me I think it's worth it even if Mr. Pearson is watching me!"

Austin was amused by this comment and thought it was true.

Although his salary as Filip's special assistant is not bad, he probably can't afford to pay for a trip to

Myora Manor if he really has to pay for it himself.

The atmosphere inside the car was lively again, everyone was grateful to Filip for upgrading the group,

and even Filip's unpredictable temper was said to be bearable.

Sure enough, money makes the devil go round.

Dillon finished cleaning up after himself already more than half an hour, see Filip still did not contact

himself, could not help but call again.

Filip just left, saw Dillon's call and didn't want to answer it at all.

But he knew Dillon was thick-skinned, and in the end, he took the Bluetooth headset and answered the

phone, "Anything else?"

"No, it's already 8:30, if it's any later, Starry and the others will all be on the ground, right? You still

haven't finished?"

"I'm already on my way."

Dillon heard his words, touched badly: "You personally drove here to pick me up ah, it seems that we

two twenty years of friendship or very deep, I knew you ......"

Before he could finish his tirade, Filip on the other end of the line couldn't take it anymore: "You're

overthinking it, I mean I'm already on my way there."

At this point in the conversation, Dillon realized he had misunderstood: "You're on your way, what about

me?"

The green light came on and Filip hung up the phone straight away.

Looking at the hung-up call, Dillon realized that Filip had no intention of going to Myora Manor with him.

He was so exasperated that he grabbed his car keys and grunted as he went to the garage and drove

out the door.

Filip, if you don't take him, he won't go on his own, right?