Everett arrived in Capital City at 5: 20 the next morning.
As soon as he got off the plane, Davis called.
“Mr.Weston.”
“What is it?”
“Ten hours ago, Miss Johnson’s assistant called and asked where you were.” Everett looked ahead.
“I see.” He hang up the phone and call Joan.
Soon, Joan’s voice came.
“Mr.Weston.”
“Where is Melody?”
“In your villa, she hasn’t been in good mood since she came back yesterday.” Everett’s eyes flickered.
“Get me a copy of the investigation when it’s done.”
“Okay.”
The driver came to pick up Everett.
When he saw Everett coming out of the airport, he went over immediately.
“Mr.Weston.”
“Go back to Grand Imperial Garden”
“Okay, Mr.Weston.’’
The car stopped at Grand Imperial Garden an hour later.
Everett walked in and a strong smell of alcohol came into his nose, He looked over.
Melody was lying on the sofa, and the coffee table was filled with wine bottles and drinks.
He walked over and went upstairs with Melody in his arms.
The driver put Everett’s luggage in his bedroom and then left.
Melody felt Everett, grabbed his suit, and buried her face in his arms.
Everett paused, looked at her, and kept walking upstairs.
Like the sound of a bell, his steady footsteps were knocking her heart one by one to calm her restless heart.
Calmness.
She opened her eyes and looked at the person who was holding her.
She said in a mute voice, “You’re back?”
Everett stopped and looked at her.
“I’m back”
Melody touched his face, her eyes hazy.
“Really? I’m dreaming again.”
However, Elizabeth didn’t sleep and kept her cell phone in her hands, waiting for Olivia to call her back.
George, on the other hand, was asleep and snoring.
Olivia’s call hadn’t come all along, and George was sleeping so soundly again.
Elizabeth slapped George angrily.
George sat up in shock.
“What’s wrong?”
“You tell me, George? Aren’t you worried at all?” Elizabeth said angrily.
Hearing Elizabeth’s words, George relaxed and lay back on the bed.
“I am worried, but is it working? Olivia is an adult.I can’t be by her side 24/7, right?” Elizabeth New into a rage.
“So you don’t care?! George! Why did I marry a loser like you!” Elizabeth took the pillow and hit George.
Finally, George was kicked out of the bedroom and went to sleep in cubicle.
Elizabeth’s chest heaved in anger, looking at the clock.
It was one o’ clock in the morning.
Good, very good.
Olivia, if you didn’t call me tomorrow morning, I would go to your company to look for you!
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