Suddenly she found that she did not have his number, she had thrown her phone card, and his number
was also thrown away.
She didn't remember his number, in another words, she forgot it deliberately.
It’s good to forget his number, so that she won't have the impulse to call him.
She spent time in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and playing mobile phone games.
Alan's mobile phone was ringing in the restaurant in this time. He took a look at it and then smiled
apologetically at Mr. Geve. "Excuse me, I'll answer the phone."
"Yes, please." Mr. Geve laughed and then picked the pig's hooves and put it into Ophelia's plate.
"Come on, Miss Meyer, try this. It's not greasy. It can whiten your skin and make it more delicate and
tender."
But in Ophelia's opinion, she still felt greasy. She smiled politely, eating or not eating, that is a problem,
but Mr. Geve looked at her eagerly.
"Dave..."Alan got up and went to the terrace. "How's it going?"
"Mr. Hoyle..." he stopped talking.
"Tell me straightly." He does not like to be equivocate, nor does he like to be hesitated.
Dave said.“ Hengdu's financial manager said that he received your instructions, and his mailbox did
have your instructions.”
It was exactly the same information that he had got. That mail, he had also seen it, it was indeed sent
by his mailbox.
"Where did the mail come from? Did you find out?"
"Yes..."
"Where is it?"
"In the computer of your study in Jiangcheng Villa."
Alan was stunned. That night, he was really in his study. At that time, he thought that why she was not
the person he was looking for. He was upset. He drank a lot of alcohol unconsciously, so that he get
drunk that night.
Were those emails really sent out by him in the absence of consciousness and he had no memory
when he woke up the next day?
How could it be possible?
But now, there is no other evidence.
"Well, I see." He hung up the phone, and made another call, " Delyn, is there anyone came to the villa
the night I returned last time?"
"That night..." Delyn tried to think about it, and then answered positively, "No one."
Did he do it himself?
Alan glanced in the room.
With Mr. Geve's persuasion, Ophelia finally had finish eating a pig's hooves. She always eats lightly.
Although it had been Degreased, she still felt uncomfortable to eat it, especially the hot taste, which
made her stomach uncomfortable, but she was embarrassed to say it.
Mr. Geve said with a smile, "It's not spicy. Why are you sweating? Have some water"
Ophelia naturally want some water, but when she looked up and drank a cup of warm water and
opened her eyes, Alan had disappeared from the terrace.
Olive dumped her cell phone in the bathroom depressed. She was unlucky. Her cell phone ran out of
power just as she played for a while.
To think about that she's been in the bathroom for a while. She can't hide in it all the time as a coward.
She sighed and went out.
Alan leaned against the wall of the outer corridor, his arms crossed on his chest, and said with a gentle
smile, "I’ve thought you are going to hide in it all your life."
Olive was angry. "You don't accompany with your fiancee, but have the leisure to stand here to wait for
me? Are you free now?"
As she passed him, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her. He put his hands on the wall on both
sides of her body and locked her in his arms. "Are you jealous?"
It's good to be jealous.
But Olive rolled her eyes at him. "Come on, you're not mine. Why I have to be jealous?"
"Really?" Alan coolly said, "When did you have a boyfriend? Why don't I know, huh?"
"Who are you? Do I have to report everything to you?" What if she did have a boyfriend? He has his
fiancee, so can't she marry another man?
"I'm your man." Alan reminded her coldly, how could she forget it? That's what she said.
Olive seems to be disdaining and sneering.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Which woman you are belonging to? Or are you just a popular lover?"
"You'll know later, tell me who he is?" He was not feeling good.
Olive raised her chin. “Your fiancee invited us, you will know soon.”
"Aren't you afraid I'll tell her about that night?" Alan said, and reaching her ear.
The hot and humid breath sprayed on her neck, with a threatening tone, Olive smiled coldly, "If you're
not afraid of being known by your fiancee, just say it, look, she's looking at us on your left side."
Alan was startled and turned left. There was nobody there.
Olive took the opportunity to escape from his right arm and turned back to make faces to him.
Alan's face turned a little angry. Damn woman, how she dares lie to him.
Just as Olive returned to the restaurant, Alan also followed up as if nothing had happened. Men's mask
is really invincible, he could instantly act like a gentle man.
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