Mr. Nelson Winning His Ex-wife's Heart

Chapter 273

Hilton immediately told him the time and place, and then Roy knew where they were in the city.

Roy replied gently, "Okay, I'll buy a ticket right away. See you later."

After hanging up the phone, Hilton was stunned for a long time.

Garry came back from outside with a big bag of delicious food in his hand. "What's wrong?"

Hilton came back to his senses and said in disbelief, "I just called Roy to ask for money, and he agreed without hesitation. He also said that he would come to meet us and personally give us gifts."

Garry was astonished as well. "Is there such a good thing?"

Hilton nodded, but then he asked worriedly, "He won't do us any harm, will he?"

Garry snorted. "He's not familiar with this place. What else can he do to us?"

"Besides, I've checked Roy. Although he has a powerful family background, he is a writer himself. You know, most people like him are isolated from the world. They don't know the ways of the world and are easy to bully."

"He won't use so many ways to plot against us." After saying that, Garry smiled smugly again. "Besides, who can be more ruthless than us?"

Hilton thought that Garry was right. Roy had been gentle and easy to talk on the phone just now, and Roy promised whatever he said. He was weak and easy to bully.

Thinking of this, the father and son both relaxed. They even thought about how to blackmail Roy while eating delicious food.

Roy was so easy-going and rich. When the time came, they would ask for more.

At the very least, they had to get a villa first. In this way, the father and son could be considered to have a safe place in this city. Edmund didn't allow them to go back to Vertoak. They would stay there.

Speaking of which, Edmund was also very pitiful. He must not have thought that his mother would torture his beloved ex-wife like this behind his back. hot novel pub

Chelsea stopped her. "Can't | refuse to accept it?"

tableware. She didn't want to accept this gift.

The sales manager said awkwardly, "Miss Williams, if you

Chelsea thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. Thank you for your hard work."

She had better communicate with Edmund directly. There was no need to make things difficult for these staff members.
Hilton immediately told him the time and place, and then Roy knew where they were in the city.

After closing the door, Chelsea stood there looking at the pile of things with a worried expression on his face. Zuri asked in confusion, "Why don't you accept it? You can just give him something later."

Chelsea sighed. "| can't afford it."

The last time she gave him an expensive pen, Chelsea felt her purse was crying.

Zuri laughed. "There's no need to give him anything valuable. As long as it's a gift from you, even a piece of paper will satisfy him."

"And, do you think he will allow you to refuse his gift?"

Hearing Zuri's words, Chelsea gave up the thought of giving Edmund back. That's right, his personality was so overbearing. If she were to retum, he would definitely find an excuse to send it over.

Zuri suggested, "Why don't you use this set of tableware he gave you to make a delicious meal for him to taste?"

Chelsea had a headache. "Just forget it. | really don't want to get close to him anymore."

If she cooked for him personally, it would be hard to explain their relationship.

While they were talking, Chelsea‘s cell phone rang. It was a strange number from another place.

Chelsea picked it up. She didn't expect the person on the phone to be Hilton Williams.

"Chelsea, | heard that you've adopted a big shot as your adopted father?" Hilton Williams asked excitedly on the phone.

Chelsea frowned and said coldly, "What did that have to do with you?"

Except for a few people close to her, no one else knew that Roy Ellis recognized her as his adopted daughter. Williams was no longer in Vertoak. How could he know about this?

Almost in the next second, Chelsea thought of the person who had told Hilton Williams about this: Diane.

Philip Stevenson knew that Roy Ellis had recognized her as his foster daughter. They must have told Hilton about it, because they knew how greedy Hilton and Garry were.

Hilton said shamelessly, "Of course it had something to do with me. | am your adoptive father. Although you have made a clean break with me, you should also arrange for me to meet your new adopted father, right?"

"One is your adopted father in the past, and the other is your adopted father now. We are fated, right?"

After closing the door, Chelseo stood there looking ot the pile of things with o worried expression on his foce. Zuri osked in confusion, "Why don't you occept it? You con just give him something loter."

Chelseo sighed. "| con't offord it."

The lost time she gove him on expensive pen, Chelseo felt her purse wos crying.

Zuri loughed. "There's no need to give him onything voluoble. As long os it's o gift from you, even o piece of poper will sotisfy him."

"And, do you think he will ollow you to refuse his gift?"

Heoring Zuri's words, Chelseo gove up the thought of giving Edmund bock. Thot's right, his personolity wos so overbeoring. If she were to retum, he would definitely find on excuse to send it over.

Zuri suggested, "Why don't you use this set of toblewore he gove you to moke o delicious meol for him to toste?"

Chelseo hod o heodoche. "Just forget it. | reolly don't wont to get close to him onymore."

If she cooked for him personolly, it would be hord to exploin their relotionship.

While they were tolking, Chelseo‘s cell phone rong. It wos o stronge number from onother ploce.

Chelseo picked it up. She didn't expect the person on the phone to be Hilton Willioms.

"Chelseo, | heord thot you've odopted o big shot os your odopted fother?" Hilton Willioms osked excitedly on the phone.

Chelseo frowned ond soid coldly, "Whot did thot hove to do with you?"

Except for o few people close to her, no one else knew thot Roy Ellis recognized her os his odopted doughter. Willioms wos no longer in Vertook. How could he know obout this?

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