Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 His Appearance

In order to make a clear cut with Byron as soon as possible, Cora sped up her actions a lot.

After getting off work, she called Carter directly.

On the phone, Carter's voice was as indifferent as ever.

"Miss Lane, Mr. Hansen is still busy."

"I'm not looking for him."

She thought Carter believed she couldn't find Byron, so she asked him for help.

But she underestimated that Carter was shrewd as anyone.

At this moment, he was reporting something in Byron's office. He answered Cora's call in such a manner and informed her so concisely that the man who was buried in the pile of documents suddenly raised his head and gave him a cold glance.

"Ask me for help? What's the matter?"

Carter and Byron exchanged glances before looking away.

On the other side of the phone, Cora briefly stated that she wanted Carter to return Byron's clothing and meet her mother, pretending to be her boyfriend.

"Carter, I won't make things difficult for you. It's just this one time. It's enough for her to undergo the operation with peace of mind."

Afraid that Carter would refuse to meet Flora, Cora repeatedly assured him.

Carter had already lost count of the times he had been stabbed in the eye but finally agreed. "I know. I'll go there later."

As soon as the call between him and Cora ended, the other man's voice, cold as ice, was heard.

"So good with her?"

Carter calmly put the phone into his trousers pocket. "It's not as good as Mr. Hansen and her."

The crease between Byron's brows lightened slightly. "What does she want from you?"

"Tell me to go to the hospital and get your clothes back."

In one sentence, Byron's brows tied up again as if a storm was about to come.

"Why can't I be here? Or do you want to do something ulterior when you contact Carter?"

Byron moved in a little closer and pined Cora between himself and the bench behind her.

He was tall, at such a close distance projecting bullying and oppression, and his remarks with a slightly frivolous tone were all that Cora disliked.

Cora, knowing that people were coming and going in the corridor, Byron wouldn't dare to do anything to her blatantly, so she rudely pushed him away.

She shoved the luggage bag she had packed into Byron's arms.

"Since you're here, take back everything that belongs to you."

Byron was not angry when he was stuffed with a luggage bag. He just raised his eyebrows and asked Cora, "Why did you suddenly send my things back and blacklist me?"

As soon as he learned that she wanted Carter to take his clothes back, he tried to contact Cora to talk but found that his WhatsApp account was blocked and his mobile phone number was also blacklisted.

"I didn't feel the need to contact, so I blocked it." Cora turned to leave, feeling that talking to a heartless scumbag was a waste of time.

But the man grabbed her by her wrist, dragged her back to him, put his arms around her waist, and asked her, "It was you who let me go to play last night. Why is there no need to contact me today?"