Chapter 13 What Happened Fifteen Years Ago

"You get up first."

Only the force on the wrist disappeared, and Annabelle Brock came back to her senses.

After realizing that in his heart, she was always a woman full of scheming and calculations, her heart still felt dense pain like being pricked by needles.

But since they are divorced, there is no need to explain.

She rolled over with a blushing face, and she didn't even dare to touch the man's body, for fear of being misunderstood again.

When she straightened her dress, the hem of the skirt was still scratched by the branches, and there was also a wound on her ankle.

Enduring the pain, she suddenly remembered, "Where are my card wallet and mobile phone?"

The 500 million is still in the account, so it's a treasure?

"Here." Callan Clay frowned and stood firm, spread his hand, and handed her the thing he picked up from the passenger seat just now.

Annabelle Brock had a rare look of joy on her face, "Thank you."