Spoiled By My Bossy CEO Husband

Chapter 649 Don't Make Trouble

Ralph raised his brows and looked at Alfred's legs with an inexplicable expression.

"When will your legs recover?" Ralph asked.

Alfred followed his gaze and looked at his legs. He smiled and asked, "When did you care about me so

much?"

"I'm just afraid that you will really be disabled. That will affect the reputation of the company if it is

spread out."

Although Alfred and Ralph were cousins and they would support each other at critical moments, due to

some issues in the past, they never got along well, and they teased each other. Connie had got used to

their bickering, so she wouldn’t take it to her heart.

She took out a mask from her bag and forcefully put it on Alfred’s face. Then, she took off her hat and

put it on his head, barely blocking the eyes of the passers-by.

Alfred was wearing a women's sunhat on his head with a few gorgeous flowers and lace of different

colors on the brim, which looked very beautiful.

He didn't notice it and provoked Ralph with the hat on his head, "Did you say that you’re worried about

my influence on the company. Why don't you count how much money you have had in your account

since I joined SFLE?"

Alfred brought a huge profit to the company by sharing resources with other artists, not to mention the

invisible benefits, such as various kinds of popularity and attention, he brought the company. Even the

stock price of the company had taken a leap.

Ralph wasn't provoked at all. He smiled and said, "I don't know. Lottie is the boss at home."

Alfred was angry. SFLE has a big financial department, which issued a balance every week. As the

head of the company, Ralph should know the reports clearly. Yet, he was feigning ignorance and

showing off his love for Lottie! Ralph was clearly mocking him for not winning Connie’s favor!

Indeed, he had never won in arguing with Ralph. Ralph was in a much better mood when he saw

Alfred's speechless look. Ian's matter had not been resolved, but at least he had other family members

who had sincerely accepted Lottie. As for the rest of the issues, he would have them sorted one by This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

one. He would have everyone know how good Lottie was and accept her.

"Since you are here with Connie, I don't have to worry anymore." Ralph looked at the time. If he

returned now, he could still sleep with his wife in his hug for half an hour. Although it was not a long

time, it was better than nothing.

"It's none of your business," Alfred said stiffly.

He had intended to pick Connie up from Ralph’s home, but Ralph had driven Connie away before he

arrived. Alfred chased after them from Ralph’s home and urged the driver several times before he

finally caught up with Ralph.

Ralph laughed at Alfred's awkward expression and immediately met Alfred's vigilant eyes.

"What are you laughing at?"

Shaking his head, Ralph took out his phone and took a photo. "The hat looks good; it fits you pretty

well." After that, he started the car and drove away without waiting for Alfred's response.

Connie tried her best to hold back her laughter. When she saw Alfred touching the hat with a blank look

on his face, she quickly reached out and held his hand.

"Don't take it off! You don't want to be recognized by your fans, do you?"

Alfred frowned. "Take it off."

"Okay, I'll take it off when we get in."

"No, everyone will see it if it's too late."

"So be it. Isn't it pretty?"

Alfred's hand that was holding the hat paused. He looked at Connie who was suppressing her laughter

and asked hesitantly, "Is it really good?"

"Yes!" Connie gave him a thumbs-up and then pointed behind him. "You can ask the butler if you don't

believe me."

Alfred looked at the butler with questioning eyes. The butler quickly lowered his head, worrying that he

would laugh out loud.

Connie hurriedly made gestures at the butler, who was silent for a few seconds, and then, with an

apology to his young master, he nodded seriously, "Mr. Barton looks good no matter what you wear."

Connie immediately felt deep veneration for the butler when she heard this. He was really good at

flattering.

While Alfred was hesitating, a cheerful voice came from behind.

"Miss Houghton, you’ve already arrived."

It was Javion, followed by the scriptwriter and the assistant director. She hurried to shake hands with

them. When she was about to say something, the screenwriter looked at Alfred surprisingly. After a

long while, she asked, "Is this... Alfred?"

Hearing this, Javion turned around, looked at Alfred, and said with a smile, "That's impossible. Why

would Alfred wear such a hat? It looks like a little girl’s hat. Alfred doesn’t have weird aesthetics."

They all kept silent, but the atmosphere was getting intense.

Javion was confused. "What?"

Then under his gaze, Alfred reached out to take off the hat and stared at the flowers and lace on the

brim of the hat.

He asked coldly, "Mr. Heron, who do you think has weird aesthetics?"

Although this man was wearing a mask, his eyebrows and voice undoubtedly referred to him as Alfred.

Javion was extremely embarrassed. He didn't expect Alfred to have such a special hobby. He said

awkwardly, "Maybe... me?"

Connie lowered her head and didn't dare to speak. Alfred looked at her and didn't want to teach her a

lesson in front of others.

He had to take the blame himself. He looked at Javion with a fake smile and said, "Since Mr. Heron

likes this hat so much, how about I give it to you?"

Javion said: "No, you should keep it."

Alfred didn't say anything. He turned to look at the butler.

The butler understood. He took the hat from Alfred's hand and put it on Javion’s head.

He was wearing a formal suit today. With a flowery hat on his head, he looked neither fish nor fowl.

Connie turned her face away and covered her mouth with her fist. She was worried that if she laughed

too loudly, she would scare passers-by.

With a wry face, Javion didn't dare to offend Alfred. He had to go into the teahouse with the hat on his

head.

Under the receptionist's surprised gaze, Javion felt that it was the most humiliating moment in his life.

He urged everyone to go to the private room and then took off the hat.

He knew that Alfred just wanted to vent his anger and would not mind if he took the hat off after a while.

The screenwriter's eyes lit up. She took out a notebook and a pen and frantically recorded something.

Connie glanced at her and thought to herself, "Is the screenwriter thinking of changing the script?"

"Connie, I've considered the matter you mentioned on the phone. It's not difficult to deal with it."

When Connie heard Javion speak of the important matters, she immediately restrained her thoughts

and looked at Javion seriously.

"Mr. Heron, it would be great! This is good for both Lottie and the production crew."

"I haven't finished yet."

"Then please go on."

Connie poured Javion a cup of tea and put it in front of him with an eager smile on her face.

Alfred glanced at her and he felt unhappy somehow.

"Mr. Heron, don't you like that hat? Why don't you keep wearing it?"

Javion's face was full of resistance. "No need in the room."

"Why not..."

Before he could finish, he was secretly pinched by Connie.

"Don't make trouble!" Connie warned in his ear.