The Billionaire’s Unexpected Treasure

“You’ve achieved your goal, are you very proud now.”

A voice suddenly came from behind her, Flora turned around in uncertainty, the person behind her, how could she not recognize?

That is exactly William, I was born with an incomparable insight, now, she really feels, that day she from William’s eyes, see contempt is not false.

She looked squarely at William, wondering where the disgust at the bottom of his eyes was coming from, and now she didn’t have the extra energy to understand.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, so if Mr Harlot has nothing else to do, I’ll leave you to it.”

Flora nodded slightly, polite and deliberately detached.

Her heart was not that kind, others had already disgusted her to the core, and she had to smile to please, that was not her character.

“Stop right there, I don’t care what you’re after, I won’t let you get away with it.”

William obviously treats Flora as a woman with evil intentions, he is confident that Flora must have other purposes for entering Windy Group.

“Yeah, I’ll see what happens.”

Flora said with a bland look in her eyes, tired of arguing about something for someone who doesn’t know herself.

She said, and turned around to leave, tomorrow she would be greeted by a fierce battle, she had to get enough energy.

Flora dragged her tired body back home, Lisa gave her a phone call to explain the specific matters of tomorrow, Flora wrote down one by one, before finally having the time to go into the bathroom and simply take a shower.

She was so tired that she stepped out of the shower and took a dry towel to wipe her hair feebly, passing by the living room when her eyes happened to rest on the dining room table, eating an empty plate of breakfast.

Clayton’s figure pops into her head and can’t be swept away no matter what.

You contain your thoughts, some people are always she should not think, she does not want to revenge, but there are always people who do not want to give her a way to live.

She didn’t fight back, she had to die in the streets. After being tortured and framed over and over again, she didn’t believe that Blair didn’t have any desire to kill her.

She stared at the empty plate on the table, but finally she got tired and cleaned up the table before returning to her bedroom to rest.

She looked at the time, Clayton will not come at this time, it is good, so she can sleep peacefully and well.

As for when Ming asked her to account for her feelings, she would not be foolish enough to let anyone know about this unpleasant relationship, especially her past.

After all, she is Clayton’s exwife who will never see the light of day.

Flora pushed away all her inner turmoil, wondering what was bothering her. Was it just because it was Clayton, she would never allow herself to think that way.

…

The villa’s Clayton had just accompanied Blair to dinner, and he had planned to go on to find Flora tonight.

But because Blair had been at the office, he had to accompany her home even after work.

But now Flora was like a horrible bunch of poppies to him, dyed to death, but he was willing to do it.

He looked at the watch on his wrist, which was still the same cheap watch Flora had bought, and he used to think to himself that what I wear must fit his status.

Now he truly felt that what he wore, again, must fit his heart, and it was not just this watch that fit his heart, but Flora as well.

He looked at the time almost to the early morning, this time Flora probably already asleep, Clayton stood in front of the tall floortoceiling windows, looking in the direction of the old house.

But in addition to the darkness of the night, he could not see anything. The melancholy in his heart was all turned into a glass of wine, which he drank in one go.

He quietly felt the spicy burning taste, as if this was the only way his heart would not feel so bad.

“Clayton.”

Blair suddenly knocked on the door of his room, a door that she hadn’t stepped through since the last time she had trapped Flora.

She moved in timidly, tears hanging from her huge eyes, looking so helpless.

“What’s wrong? Bad dream?”

Clayton turned and looked at Blair, who had walked in, and was not able to throw her out after all.

But what he didn’t understand himself was that there was no room in this room for anyone else but Flora’s breath.

“Well, can I sleep here today?”

Blair said carefully, gripping her arms timidly, as if that dream had drained all the guts from her circumference and she was now powerless to go alone again.

Clayton put down his glass and walked quickly to Blair, gently wiping away the tears that remained in the corners of her eyes.

“Okay.”

Clayton agreed in a soft voice.

His answer can be said to make Blair overjoyed, she looked at Clayton with delight, she did not believe that a strong man, and her bed together, can still hold themselves.

And from the last time to set up Flora, she no longer dare to use the same way to treat Clayton, after all, this man how shrewd her heart is clear, she does not want to lose his wife and folded.

Clayton helped her to the bedside, covered her with the blanket, just as he was about to get up, Blair immediately grabbed his arm.

“Stay with me for a while, will you? I’m really scared to be alone.”

Blair looked at his appearance and thought he was leaving again.

“Don’t worry I won’t leave, sleep well.”

Clayton gently stroked her hair, whether for physical reasons or for Blair’s future path, he would not touch her halfway.

He propped one hand on Blair’s side and picked up the pillow on the other side, his tall form turning back to the couch.

“Good night.”

He said softly to Blair, eventually choosing to close his eyes and go to sleep, but his dreams were a constant source of Flora’s silhouette.

“Good night.” Blair replied goodnaturedly

The moment the lights were turned off, the room was dark, the same way Blair tried again and again, but also the more frustrated.

Today, for example, he had managed to walk into the master bedroom and would soon become the true mistress of the house.

She couldn’t help but smile at the corners of her mouth, today, there is no chance to see Flora on Sunday.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

This is already the biggest victory for him.

As for Flora, a person who is not even happy to look at her real parents, what qualifications are there to fight her.

She had a ruthless look in her eyes, Grace, that waste of time, had been working at Wood’s Enterprises for so long and hadn’t been able to find out whose name Wood’s Enterprises actually belonged to.

She had to get the evidence, enough to grasp the hand, this is the only way she left herself, Flora and Clayton in the end between the coupling how many things, is she destroyed Flora to what extent.

Tomorrow she must take the opportunity to go to Wood’s Enterprises.

Otherwise she would never be satisfied.