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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?

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Chapter 335: Don't You Remember?_3

Watching George Flack lose his temper, Thomas Yates was rather unfazed and simply asked George, "Have I mistreated you in any way? Though I had you share a room with Mallia Mamet, that place is quite spacious. Is the bed uncomfortable? Or are you still hungry?"

The things Thomas Yates had said left George Flack at a loss for words. No matter what, George did not want to hear about last night's events from someone else!

"Fine, what did you call us over for?"

Could it be another arrangement? George didn't know the situation, but he was sure that if it involved drinking, he would refuse to death.

Thomas Yates opened his mouth, but the subject he spoke about was indeed Mallia Mamet.

"Eh, Mallia Mamet, what happened to you? Your neck, what's with it?" Thomas Yates was full of surprise.

Mallia Mamet quickly covered her neck.

His face burning—how could George Flack feel so unbearably awkward?

George Flack was wondering what he had done wrong to keep feeling this scared and anxious.