Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies

Chapter 15 You Owe Me This Slap in the Face

He didn’t believe that Mia could have any real feelings for David. It was all about money to him.

Looking at Joe, just as he used to be, Mia suddenly laughed out loud, “Ten billion dollars, do you have it?”

Joe put down the pen in his hand and frowned at Mia.

Even without saying a word, Mia understood his meaning, don’t be ungrateful.

If it were in the past, Mia would have become nervous because of his expression, but now she had no such concerns.

“Five years, and you haven’t improved, Mr. Smith. What can you do besides throwing money around?” Mia sneered, standing up.

In the quiet villa, the two faced each other across the coffee table, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.

Joe looked at Mia, who was at swords’ points with him and felt a strange feeling welling up in his heart as if only this version of her was the real one.

“Do you like David?”

Joe looked at Mia indifferently and his eyes were sharp without any concealment.

The Smith and Johnson Families were not quite on good terms, and he would not allow Mia to have anything to do with the Johnsons.

since Mia was the one who

and scoffed, “What if I do? At least David knows what

to leave, but Joe, his face gloomy, grabbed her.

hand away, glaring at him, “What are

time and time again, and he certainly would not allow her to tell him she loved another man to his

Don’t you even care about that?”

Mia

feel Mia’s graceful body. In this familiar villa, memories from five years ago seemed to flood

anger, glaring at Joe, “We’re already

Even if I marry David tomorrow, I…”

to finish her sentence, as Joe suddenly kissed her,

Slap!

Joe’s left cheek stung, and Mia had already struggled out

to put up with you,” Mia said, her eyes red with anger. Joe’s actions had reminded her of the past,

life,

face turned dark, and he stared at Mia,

had for bringing me here, Mr. Smith, I hope it’s the last time.”

red just a moment ago, but Mia quickly collected herself and looked indifferently at

I’m not your outlet for venting

his tie, revealing a predatory smile, “Mia, no one can escape