Chocolate Gang

[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?


My Runaway Wife Is A Bigshot

The sales assistant was enthusiastically introducing the clothes, almost wearing out their tongue. Aria Grant listened with an awkward face, luckily behind a mask or else she would have wanted to bury herself in it.


"Uncle, are these clothes inconvenient for you to wear?" Ivy Grant looked somewhat disappointed, her watery eyes losing their sparkle, and her aggrieved expression made people feel heartache.


Her voice was very soft, only George Flack and Ivy could hear it.


Ivy beamed upon hearing this, eagerly saying she wanted to come down.


"I want to come down, let's wear them together."


How could a child have any ill intentions?


It's just wearing matching clothes with her own father.


Aria was unable to argue further and decided to consult Dylan Flack for his opinion.


"Uh... I think it's fine." Dylan had no objections, he liked Aria quite a bit.


Chapter 95: Little Kids Don't Have That Many Bad Thoughts_2