Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies

Chapter 7 He Wants to Firmly Grasp it in His Hands

The man’s suppressed anger made Mia take a step back slightly, but a smile appeared on her face, “Mr. Smith can’t be so

narrow-minded that you don’t even want to celebrate Sir Smith’s birthday, can you?”

Joe let out a sarcastic laugh, “What, the White family sent you here, right? Have they squandered their money again and want to resort to old tricks, sending you to beg for more?”

These years the White family had already declined, desperately seeking to reestablish connections with the Smith family, but Joe had never agreed.

Hearing what he said, how could Mia not guess what he was thinking?

Her face immediately turned gloomy, “I have no ties with the White family anymore. You don’t have to worry about getting involved with me again.”

She indifferently swirled her wine glass, turning to leave.

But suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her wrist, muffling her scream before it escaped, and he dragged her to a secluded corridor.

Mia was so frightened that she didn’t even look at him. She reached out and slapped him.

dark expression, firmly caught her

her hand, raising it above her head, his hot breath fanning her neck, “Sun House is not a place you can come and go

only with anger, “Joe, we divorced five years ago.

gleamed wickedly, “That’s not what you said

turned a shade paler, her beautiful eyes filled with a

momentarily lost focus, his grip unintentionally tightening.

both the family and the business had been firmly in his grasp without any variables.

variable was

not accept variables or enjoy them. So even if he despised Mia, he still wanted to keep

change in his eyes,

allure.

to my

soft, tingling

he forcefully pushed her

in her eyes turning to

quickly, how could Joe not

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