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

"You look so haggard now, what's so urgent that you have to attend this meeting too? Can't you just say you need to rest first?"


Although George Flack was worried, he saw Aria Grant seriously shake her head, knowing there was no other choice, he could only take her there.


"Thank you!" Aria Grant said with a smile.


Indeed, Aria Grant felt more at ease with the way they interacted now than before. Such a distance even felt more comfortable than when they were together before.


Sitting in George Flack's car with the windows open, Aria Grant could feel the refreshing breeze and her own ease.


Seeing Aria Grant's hair fluttering in the wind, George Flack was inspired to write poetry.


Aria Grant thanked George Flack again as she got out of the car.


George Flack replied simply "No need to thank."


Once at Butterfly, Aria Grant took the elevator straight to the executive meeting room.


Chapter 160: Picking up Food_3