Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Chapter 83

Famy readily agreed, “Sure auch out if you ever need my help. I’m taking part in a lashion design TV show, so ill be in the country for the next few months.”

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The two chatted for a bit before exchanging contact details, then going their separate ways.

Arielle was about to hail a cab, but an MPV suddenly drove up to her-it was Rayson,

He rolled down the window and tee-heed. “Ms. Sannie, it won’t be easy to get a cab from here. I’ll give you a nde home instead.”

He mentally justified his actions. Mr. Migvitshire instructed’ fre to stay by Ms. Sannie’s side. Plus, I can’t help but worry about letting her go home on her own.

Who knows? She might be the future Mrs. Nightshwe. As Mc Nightshire’s assistant, how can! allow such a distinguished figure to travel horne in

Arielle’s shoulders fell, giving in to his persistence. Still, she couldn’t help but ask, “Don’t you have anything better to do? Like helping out at Nightshire Group?”

Rayson chuckled awkwardly at her question. Little did she know, he had sorted out Mr. Nightshire’s schedule for tomorrow and looked through three of the company’s documents while waiting for her

in gol to

for them, their car

by the roadside while staring at each other. Various cars drove by as they waited for the tow

He then checked their location and awkwardly uttered, “Ms. Sannie, the tow truck might take another half an hour to arrive. It’ll also be difficult to hitch a ride on this highway. I happeni to know that

heaved a sigh before

here

Their home sat on a large estate. It had traditional architecture, featuring pillars as well as white and black color schemes.

time Vinson and Harvey arrived, Carter had already moved the person down to the spare

pitch-black qarage was now brightly

as Vinson entered, he saw that the man had crouched into the corner. The man nocked his body slightly while mumbling es of nonsensical

the white shirt he wore

of that, the man’s unkempt hair looked like overgrown weeds. His

-he’s one of the assassins on the

entered. He nudged his gold-framed glasses and joined

before resuming. “This guy stabbed me when I was overseas. Back then, he looked like some CEO of an international company or something. So why does he look like this now? Is he faking

in response. “I’ve tested him, and it doesn’t seem

threw landed on Carter’s foot. Disgusted,