CEO's Mysterious Fiancee

It was late at night.

The lights of the Larsen Villa dimmed and were no longer as magnificent as before. There were only a few dozen streetlamps left, which were still warm and faint.

The villa was quiet, and everyone went to rest. Amily left her room and saw that there was no one around, so she quietly took a detour to another room. Before turning on the handle, she deliberately looked around.

Seeing that no one was following them, she quickly entered the room and locked the door.

The man at the door noticed her and said reproachfully, “Why are you here? If someone sees you…”

“I’ve already looked around. No one is following me…”

Amily poured herself a glass of water. After drinking it, she was so angry that she crushed the disposable cup.

“Little bitch, she really thinks she is capable…” The man who spoke had a murderous look in his eyes. It seemed that he was extremely dissatisfied with what Kailyn had done.

“That’s right. I just can’t let it go!” Amily said angrily, “She bullied Patricia again and again before. Does she really think Patricia is a pushover and easy to bully?”

“In the future, if something like this happens, just send me a Line message. You don’t have to come here specially.” Speaking of this, the man couldn’t help reminding her, “There are ears on the wall.”

show a hint of a little

her SAT and started her summer vacation, he had not been as enthusiastic

a little resistant to her approach and said coldly, “Don’t make trouble. We have something important to do

night. We should do something big…” Amily took the initiative

for her. “Hurry up and go back.

At this point, Amily suddenly found that a little pink cloth was

seemed to have realized something and

man pushed her away, not letting

foot and immediately rushed over to lift the

panicky

was Paula, a new

little bitch, how dare you

face in pain and hurriedly begged for mercy. “If I had known, I would never have slept with

shameless bitch…” Amily hit her desperately and pinched her hard. “You usually like to pretend to be pitiful. When you see that Mr.

Paula screamed in pain.

“Amily, stop fooling around!”

was so angry that he

and said indignantly, “Dillon, do you have a conscience? Who have I worked so hard for all these years? If you dare to do such a thing, either let me vent my anger on you today and drive this little bitch out,