Ex Husband Goes Money Comes

Ex-Husband Goes Money Comes By Yvone Zabielski Chapter 339

Chapter 339 Is Viola Pregnant?

The girl lowered her head sadly, looking like she did not know

how to explain it.

“Forget it. Let’s go back,” Ormand said in a deep voice.

The girl was scolded, and her little boyfriend was unhappy. “Come out. Are all rich people like you so arrogant? We have said that we didn’t mean to hurt you. Why are you so mean?”

At the end of his speech, when Bentley and Russell weren’t

paying attention to him, the boy quickly threw the snowball in

his hand at Ormand.

The snowball fell apart in front of Ormand’s feet. His black

leather shoes were stained with snow.

Ormand didn’t respond. He was supported by Russell and

looked straight ahead. Ormand didn’t look at the side from beginning to end.

Russell, however, was really annoyed. After letting Bentley

support Ormand, he let the security guards at the entrance of

the laboratory come out to catch the couple.

The couple wanted to run. But soon, they were caught by the

security guards.

Russell looked at them coldly and ordered, “Send them to the

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police station. Tell the police that they maliciously and deliberately assaulted people!”

“Yes, Mr. Russell.”

Russell turned around and left after giving the order. He quickly got into Ormand’s car. They drove quickly back to Viorin on a snowy night.

However, when the young couple had just been sent to the

police station, they were taken away by the people of the National Bureau of Investigation.

The man who had just smashed a snowball in front of Ormand

was standing in Ronian’s office respectfully.

“Mr. Felton, Mr. Hobson seemed to be blind.”

“Are you sure?” Ronian instantly put down his long legs from

the desk and sat up in a serious manner.

“Yes. Mr. Hobson needed someone to help him walk the whole

time. He was wearing sunglasses. But when I threw the

snowball, he should look down. Normal people would do that. But Mr. Hobson didn’t respond at all.”

Ronian rested his hand on the table and rested his chin on his

blind guy continue to lead the National Bureau of Investigation? It is

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Get Bong!

Ronian thought about it, the more amused he

news must be shared. Tell Gregory about

he wants to do, it is none of

Russell were about to return to their rooms to

returning to Viorin. But Ormand called

bedroom.

a serious face, “The two people at

of the laboratory tonight were either arranged

problem with my eyes

exposed.”

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did not refute it. They were all smart people, so they could easily know the

thought about

who it is,

cause trouble for me. I am afraid that tomorrow,

had grim expressions. After looking at each other, they simultaneously looked up

“Since you said so, you already have a plan,

lowered his eyes, curling his thin

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smile.

United States, but it was the middle of the day in Portugal,

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of the bedroom window, bored as she looked at

carefully calculated the time difference in her mind and wondered

and it was Todd, who brought

it’s time for

on the top of the lamp, Todd

salty food here and that your appetite has been bad, so we

it was American food, Viola got up and walked to the table to

roasted lobster, and an

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good. But when Viola

greasy and wanted

turned pale. But in the

and ran

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morning, and now she was vomiting. The gastric acid came up and made

in the direction of the washroom, frowned,

out of the washroom, Todd had

door and windows were

for a moment. But

have you noticed that

different from

about Todd’s question. “Yeah. I always feel like I’m

want to throw

sleepy.”

thought that when she came to a strange place, she would

every day.

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Every time she lay

to Viola’s belly quietly. “Is it possible that …

“Pregnant?”

was slightly stunned. She

and I have done it so many times before, and I

end of her sentence,

carefully, she realized that her period seemed to have been delayed

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