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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 349: Suddenly Returning to the Country_2

George Flack, of course, didn't deliberately look at Mallia Mamet, but even with his head down, he could still catch a glimpse of her.

"Seeing you have such a good appetite really makes me happy, so why don't you think about it, what would you like for lunch? I'll start getting ready!"

Mallia Mamet didn't rush to speak, choosing instead to take a large sip of soup from her bowl.

"Haven't finished eating yet and already thinking about what to eat next? Isn't that a bit too eager?"

Well, George had thought everything was fine, but he hadn't expected Mallia to say something like that.

Seeing Mallia intently eating her noodles, George said nothing more, but he resolved to have a proper talk with Thomas Yates later.

Distracted by his thoughts, George quickly finished off the noodles in his own bowl, drinking all the soup without leaving a drop, and then headed for the kitchen.

"Just leave your bowl on the small table when you're done; I'll come clean up in a bit."