Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children

Chapter 1100

“Oh, God, why is my sister so observant?”

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Ninian lay on the couch and groaned. She questioned her life for a while.

“What‘s so surprising about it? Even I can tell.” Nerola patted her face with the skincare products. When she heard her whining, she looked at Ninian and smiled, while her eyes were full of teasing. “A silly girl has exposed herself.”

“What?” Ninian seemed lost. When she recalled her conversation from earlier, she suddenly slapped her forehead and screamed , “Ah! There‘s a time difference! Why am I so silly?”

She was supposed to be at the university in Ascrialia, where there was a three–hour difference from where she was. How could she forget?

It was 10:00 pm in her current location, so it should already be midnight in the university. How could her roommates only be getting ready to sleep now?

Her sister had read her based on only one sentence.

Ninian‘s expression darkened, and she looked gloomy.

She was unhappy that she had been outwitted.

her black currant eyes. She narrowed her eyes slightly,

was she to do

gain back a

gave Harold a video call. The phone‘s screen reflected her cheeky

side of the city, Young Master Harold

a sapphire necklace that he had bought for a high price at the auction. He spoke in an unrestrained and affectionate manner. “Bella , please accept my gift. It represents my most sincere and passionate love

by the : : necklace, and she looked surprised. She was so

his charm and

beautiful woman was so

cried.

Master Harold secretly thought that this was perfect. The tutorial online really worked wonders. He took out the necklace and leaned close to the beautiful woman. His great height made his maneuver

secure

situation instantly became

and her neck also felt sore from being lowered for too long. Sadly, Young

necklace.

just as she was about to speak, Young Master Harold‘s phone

instantly sighed in relief before she calmly moved out of his arms and said,

felt slightly angry. He stared at the necklace in his hand, while flames of anger lit up in

– eyes.

not just a fastener?