A Sweet Night The CEO Loves His Wife Ardently

Bryson looked down at Audrey and said coldly and angrily, "Do you really know about this case? Do you know what would happen if you offend Lance?"

His imposing manner made Audrey extremely nervous.

She stealthily but swiftly swiped her room card with her hand behind her back.

"Mr. Bryson, I'm going back to my room. Good night."

She quickly opened the door, ran into the room, and slammed the door immediately.

Bryson stared at the door in front of him, his face gloomy.

It seemed that Audrey would not give up the case.

He returned to his room and frowned at the small room and the shabby bathroom.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

He had sent someone to investigate Audrey's whereabouts in the evening and the person called now.

"What did you find?" Bryson picked up the phone and asked.

The person reported everything that had happened after Audrey left the hotel, including her encounter with Lance.

Bryson's face turned grimmer and grimmer as he listened to the man.

It turned out that Audrey did not accidentally fall into the garbage dump and got so messy. Instead, she jumped into the dump to look for her belonging which Lance had thrown into.

...

In the Brook Villa.

Lance strode into the main villa.

As he walked in, a servant just happened to come out. He didn't see Lance and bumped into Lance head-on. The soup in his hand instantly spilled onto Lance's white shirt.

servant was so frightened that he knelt down and fell to

"Mr. Lance, please! Please!"

his shirt with

Villa knew that Lance was a neat freak. He hated the most that his clothes were stained. The servant knew he had

dare you spill soup on

to grab Lance's

me this time. I won't

greasy mark of hands appeared on Lance's white suit trousers

raised his foot in disgust and kicked the servant hard. The

his subordinates following him and said, "Get him out. I don't want

"Yes, Mr. Lance!"

servant was dragged away from Brook Villa

that, Lance continued to walk. He went straight to the closet, took off his clothes, threw them into the trash can, took a shower,

as he sat down, Raye, the subordinate he trusted, respectfully

against the

the task

Raye's eyes flashed.

"Well..."

crap. How did it go?

dare to raise

that batch of goods,

didn't?" Lance leaned forward slightly and curled his lips with dissatisfaction. "I gave you so much time to prepare for one thing. Now you say Bryson and that batch of

frightened

... just as our men were trying to do something, they were discovered by Bryson's men. We ... we

Hearing that, Lance sneered.

tell me that although you guys failed, everyone left unscathed and it

wiped off the cold sweat

Bryson has already made all the preparations to guard against us." He looked at his furious superior in fear and said,

table, threw it at Raye and hit him on the shoulder. The water splashed out and tea leaves were scattered. Raye looked such a mess.

job. I paid you to solve problems for