Sweet Revenge

Chapter 112 Mine, no?

which she knihat, she confuse Winnie to0,”Wait! How many boyfriends do you liave?”

Silvia shot a look that killed her and Winnie shut up instantly,

She thought about it with a wrinkles brow, “If we’re not talking about the same person, the one who came to deliver the goods just now is not your boyfriend?

No way! It’s the middle of the night, carrying so much stuff and your personal stuff, delivered without a single extra word, gave it to me and left…”

As she listened, Silvia had an idea and with a vague suspicion in her mind, she looked at Winnie and said, ‘Wait!”

She pulled her phone out of her pockerishe definitely didn’t have a picture of Freddie, she didn’t think she could find it online either, it was quite mysterious.

Glancing askance at Winnie who was staring at her, she clicked on the WeChat dialog box and sent a message to Simon, “Give me a picture of Freddie.”

If she was right, it was most likely Freddie who had just come and not Simon.

Come to think of it, if he had come over in person, there was no way he would have given Winnie something and left on his own, it wasn’t his style.

“Wait a minute!” she said.

Silvia had sent the message and waited for a response; if Simon had sent Freddie to deliver her things, he was definitely still awake.

What she didn’t know was that not only was someone up, they were on the road not far from the lab,

The black Porsche was lying there quietly and he was sitting inside it, resting his eyes.

Knowing that she was going to be up late tonight and couldn’t sleep alone at home and with the sudden drop in temperature, he had come to bring her something.

Knowing the importance of the experiment coming to its final stage, he didn’t bother her and just asked Freddie to bring the stuff up

The phone rang twice and he opened his eyes, scanning the text on the screen and furrowing his brow.

Freddie was sitting in the driver’s seat and he was unaware of it.

buf his instinctive alertness made him feel a sudden chill down his back. He subconsciously glanced in the rear-view mirror and net his boss’s deep, unpredictable eyes and froze,

Alle haring at han toi do , Ston looked at his phone seen again, convinced that his little wite was asking to p ur of bubbdoblant and not of him, his eyes sank and his volle became even deeper, “Freddie, turn around.”

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was some special mission that was

portrait?

it up, opening it to reveal Freddie’s mug

lines on

a bit

inspection, it does match Winnie’s description, square face, thick eyebrows and

put the photo in front of Winnie, “What you

quick glance and Winnie nodded her head, “Yes, yes, that’s him! Am I right and you

him.” Shaking her head, she sighed and continued

the hell! What an

how silly it really was to compare Winnie’s words to Simon’s just

and the photo was obviously taken now and when she clicked on the photo to see the background behind Freddie, it was a little blurry, but it was easy to see that it was in a car, so

WAS …

figure it out,

thought he meant do you want more of Freddie’s photos and was

of Freddie for, it was just to show Winnie and make sure the

don’t

“me, nonono”

choked on a

screen, just a line of text, but she could see the air of resentment, what did

“Mine, no?”

a complaint that she hadn’t

you’re choking on a sip

why did he bring you something so late. Do you