The Innocent Wife of Scheming President

Chapter157 I want to make a deal with you

Ophelia seemed to be clingy to him.She followed him everywhere, like a shadow. It was not until the day before the wedding that Alan sent her back to her parents' home that they finally separated. Xenia thought the opportunity was coming. She followed his car a long way. He seemed to wander aimlessly on the street. At a quiet intersection, she stepped on the gas pedal and rushed to the front of the car to block his car.

Alan was a good driver. He stopped within a centimetre of her car. He was no stranger to her face, and when she got out of the car, the window of his car was opened,"Mrs. Boswell, what do you mean?”

He seemed extremely unhappy, his face was cold like frost.

"I'm looking for you to make a deal." She came straight to the point and didn't want to talk nonsense.

"Not interested in that," Alan said coldly, driving the car backwards.

"What about Olive?"

The car suddenly stopped, quietly parked,black like a cloud with rage.

But her bet was right.

As soon as she got into his car, she rummaged all over.

Alan frowned,"What are you doing?"

car has a bug or something."Xenia played bumb.She didn’t know whether

you mean?”

was so bad,but his interest was successfully hoisted by her, so it seemed to

“Your fiancee was so great.She can even turn your own daughter into a non-blood relation. If she knows that I meet you,

sentence, he seized her

and she could not pull her hand out.She was

“Loosen me!”

of his heartbeat.Is

a fraud,before the paternity test he

same and came to the same conclusion. He truly believed that the child was not his, but he still couldn't dispel his doubts

Dave betray him?

not judge people wrong.But he did

someone. His hand on her wrist was getting tighter. She could even hear the crack in her knuckles. The man was

hand, she couldn't help thinking that Olive wasn't the only one still loved.Then it would be much easier. At least he would listen to

can I talk to you

me."Alan let go of her

her wrist where he gripped, and the fingerprints were clearly visible one by one. What a man who didn't know how to

but the face was getting colder and colder, as if a layer of ten thousand years of

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