Millionaire In Love With Me

He laid her gently on the bed, got up and pressed up, placing a light kiss on her lips.

Yara Sain gave him a white look and pouted proudly, “I’m hurt, don’t you know how to be merciful?”

“It hurts, of course it hurts you.”

Mike Cheal’s hand had already lifted her shirt, and his slightly coarse fingers had already covered the soft roundness, and gave it a punishing squeeze, “It will be lighter.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

“Hmph, you stinky men, you are all thinking about your lower body.”

“Where, where. Don’t I take our little princess Yara with me every time I get off.” He roughly ripped off her clothes, pressed his cheek into the gash between his puffy breasts, kissed it, and smiled badly

, “So, it’s not good enough for you?”

“You’ve been tossing me out of breath every time, how dare you say that.” She gave a cold snort in mock arrogance.

Mike Cheal laughed out loud, “Okay, okay, little princess Yara is not aggravated, I promise to be more gentle later.”

Immersed in his sweet words, Yara Sain smiled like a flower.

It didn’t take long for the blushing sounds to come out of the room, and even the air was filled with a lingering charm.

…

Down the hill, in the car.

Vivian sat in the car to treat Angelo’s wounds, simple bandages to stop the bleeding.

Angelo slightly recovered, leaned back in his seat and weakly asked, “What’s going on with Yara Sain?”

The sudden ‘mutiny’ was really unexpected.

“I’m not sure.”

Vivian said while packing the gauze: “Her personality has changed a lot since she came back this time, but she is still the same as before, not willing to discuss anything with me. As for whether it’s a mutiny, I can’t draw a conclusion yet.”

“Then what?” Angelo was a bit uneasy.

“We can only send someone to secretly approach her to try and test. Besides, if she really is faking the mutiny, she should find a way to inform us.”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“That’s also right.”

“Benson, drive faster.” Vivian patted the main driver’s seat and urged Benson.

She was worried about Angelo’s injury and was afraid that if she was any later Angelo would not be able to carry the weight and pass out.

“Okay, okay, young lady.” Benson nodded

, increasing the speed of the car to rush to the hospital.

The first aid kit was put aside, and Vivian then remembered the missed call from the old house.

She pulled out her phone, slid the unlock button, and the missed call read Issac Shaw.

Issac Shaw?

Her eyebrows knitted in confusion as to why Issac Shaw was calling at this time.

Hadn’t he chosen to leave?

Vivian hesitated to call back when she swiped her fingertips on her phone and saw an unread text message.

She tapped on it, and it was from Issac Shaw.

A long text message, when Vivian saw the names ‘Allo Cogsol’ and ‘Alanbrooke William’, her heart strings suddenly tensed, even her breath missed a beat.

“Mr. Mond, is everything okay?”

Angelo noticed that Vivian’s body stiffened and her face looked grave, so he asked with concern.

“Issac Shaw said Morris’ plan leaked, and Antina’s father and Anthony’s brother want to wait until we sign with Mike Cheal before not necessarily Allo Cogsol to work with them.”

She was brief and concise.

“What?” Benson looked at Vivian through the rearview mirror, “A leaked plan? Good Lord, it’s a good thing I didn’t sign a contract with Mike Cheal just now. So, Yara Sain has helped us out in the dark.”

“Yes Mr. Mond,” Angelo echoed.

Vivian was in a complicated mood, holding her phone and looking out of the car window with her head tilted.

The time passed, seeing that the auction was about to start, and the plan was suddenly disrupted, what should she do?