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

At this moment, George Flack wasn't in the mood to chat with the dean for long, so after a few courteous exchanges, he sent the dean away.


After closing the door, George saw his son Dylan sitting there looking at him eagerly.


"Why are you staring at me? Close your eyes and rest more, or else you won't grow taller in the future," George said, trying to keep his son's sensitive heart from sensing anything amiss.


But Dylan wasn't buying it: "Dad, you're not short, so I won't be short either."


After speaking, Dylan coughed. His throat was still uncomfortable after having his stomach pumped, and even adults could hardly bear the gastric lavage, let alone a child.


George hurriedly fetched a glass of water and fed Dylan in small sips. "Don't talk for now. You can talk when you're all better."


Dylan was held down by his father and was forced to type slowly on George's phone, which was almost as large as two of Dylan's palms. He had a hard time holding the phone.


Chapter 113: Even a Fierce Tiger Does Not Eat Its Own Cubs_2