webnovel

My Runaway Wife Is A Bigshot

[As escaped bride x a cold and domineering CEO husband] This was a risk that came at the cost of sincerity. What would you do if your husband did not love you and hid secrets from you? "Get out!" A deep and cold voice suddenly exploded in her ears, sounding especially unhappy. “Get lost!” That person's voice was cold and sinister. In the few years they spent time together, all he ever said to her was to harshly chase her away as if she were something dirty. On the other hand, she chose to continue throwing herself into his arms because other than love, there were more important things awaiting her. She wanted to establish a horizon she could call her own. Five years later, Aria Grant returned to the country to investigate the truth behind her sister's death. She even brought back the precious daughter born of him and her. After returning to the country, she found out that her elder sister's death was closely related to George Flack. To find out the truth behind her sister's death, what kind of entanglement would occur between the two? How would they choose between love and hate?

Chocolate Gang · General
Not enough ratings
1142 Chs

Chapter 381 Change_3

Dylan Flack looked at the clothes he was wearing again, and from Ivy Grant's expression, he knew she must be dissatisfied with his attire.

"Alright then, wait for me a bit, I'll go change into something else."

Ivy Grant leaned against the wall, waiting. As long as she could encounter Mallia Mamet today, everything would be alright!

...

In the blazing sun, it occurred to Mallia Mamet at the door that maybe she should call George Flack over? It was a bit shameless, but she felt it didn't matter. After all, George had only refused to help her find a house, not to help her with stalking!

Yet, when she picked up her phone, Mallia hesitated, thinking that since she was just strolling around, there might not be any accidents with Steve Harris, whom she feared was stalking her. So she decided to let it be for now!

But then, Mallia's fingers clenched tightly around her purse. Weren't those George Flack's kids? And they had come together?