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.

he knelt down and

"Mr. Lance, please! Please!"

the stains on his shirt with disgust, and then shot venomous looks at

neat freak. He hated the most that his clothes were stained. The servant knew he had gotten

dare you spill soup on

servant trembled and he couldn't help himself to grab Lance's

spare me this time.

of hands appeared

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

looked at his subordinates following him and said, "Get him out.

"Yes, Mr. Lance!"

away from Brook Villa

them into the trash can, took a shower, and put on a clean shirt and trousers before returning to

he sat down, Raye, the subordinate he trusted,

was leaning comfortably against the sofa, with his

about the task I

Raye's eyes flashed.

"Well..."

did it go?

dare to

goods,

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 goods are

became more frightened and trembled even

precautions. Just ... just as our men were trying to do

Hearing that, Lance sneered.

you came here to tell me that although you guys failed, everyone left unscathed and

the cold sweat

all the preparations to guard against us." He looked at his furious superior in fear and said, "He was alerted this

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

an easy job.