Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!
Chapter 85
Chapter 85
Catherine had nothing to do with this but evidently, someone was trying to frame her.
The only person who could do all this was probably Rebecca!
This woman actually sacrificed her own engagement party for this reason. How cruel!
“Who the hell did this?!” Sally screamed angrily. “Where are the photos previously saved in the memory card?”
The floor manager hurried forward. “Madam Jones, I’m truly sorry. We just realized the memory card has been replaced.”
“Who would do something terrible like this?!” Sonya shouted.
Cindy replied almost right away, “Aunty Sonya, it’s obvious that someone is trying to ruin the ceremony.”
“That’s right. We must find out who is behind this!”
Right at that moment, Aunty Helen, who was looking after Granny Jones, stood up cowardly
suddenly understood
silent, but Jeffery was already glaring furiously at her.
as pale as a sheet of paper. “Cathy, it’s one thing to make a scene at home but
criticisms, “You’ve really stepped over the limit this time. You
Sonya stepped forward to explain
don’t read this the wrong way, everyone. Ethan and Catherine grew up together since young and he has always loved her like a younger sister. However, it takes two to tango, and he can’t possibly change her feelings. Isn’t that right,
turned to Catherine. She returned his gaze
his fists together and tried to steer clear from having a past
wrong to make you misunderstand my intention. I really just see you as a
saying that, he noticed Catherine twitching the corners of her lips into a smile. There was calmness and sarcasm in
his heart skip a beat. Never had he
About Let Me Go, Mr. Hill! - Chapter 85
Let Me Go, Mr. Hill! is the best current series of the author Shallow South . With the below Chapter 85 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 85 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com