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

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them, their car broke

of them stod by the roadside while staring at each other. Various

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 Mr. Jupiter lives within this area. Perhaps we should head over and see if hell lend

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waiting aimlessly here for the

sat on a large estate. It had traditional architecture, featuring pillars as well as white and black color schemes. Tall white fences surrounded the house, guarding the artistically built home inside as if

Harvey arrived, Carter had already moved the person down to the

pitch-black qarage

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

clothes were in tatters, the white shirt he wore was heavily stained and

that, the man’s unkempt hair looked like overgrown weeds. His frazzled appearance resembled that of a beggar who had gone

the man -he’s one of the assassins on the

Harvey had entered. He nudged his gold-framed

the disheveled man 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

his head in response. “I’ve tested him, and it doesn’t seem like he’s faking it.

Jordan threw landed on Carter’s foot. Disgusted, Carter kicked it