Billionaire's One Night Stand by RA

"I can't remember that I have such a hidden friend." Zayn sneered.

The man did not answer his question, but said in English with a foreign accent, "In America, enemies are friends. Mr. Ali needn't care about this."

"Are you the one from the Yellow International?" Zayn's brain was spinning very fast. He thought of something and frowned in shock.

"I always like to make friends." The man on the phone was like a person who came down from a high place. "Is Mr. Ali willing to cooperate with me?" A cold light flashed in Zayn's eyes.

"Mr. Ali wants Chloe." The man said, "And I want Aman to divorce and marry his fiancee. We will take what we need. I think Mr. Ali has no reason to refuse." Zayn clenched his fists.

The man on the phone said, "Don't worry.

I have arranged everything else. At the critical time, Mr. Ali can cooperate with me..."

Zayn smoked another cigarette and was silent for a while. "If you have anything to say, just tell me face to face. Send a bastard to pass on a message to me. I don't think you have any sincerity, Mr. Nangong?" On the other side, Frederick's face became even darker.

"Is that so?" The man laughed. "I thought that Frederick and Mr. Ali would be the son of a wealthy family in Zayn. Maybe he would pass a message on to you that your meet-and-greet was more friendly. So Mr. Ali doesn't like the people of the Dior family at all?"

"Then it depends on who it is. Is it enough to send a message to me?" Zayn stood up. "Since Mr. Nangong doesn't have this sincerity to talk, then I'll go first."

The person on the phone was silent for a moment.

When he was about to hang up, he said, "Wait."

.."Zayn narrowed his eyes.

"I just want to hold a small party. Since that's the case, then let's invite Mr. Ali over..." The man's voice sounded very well educated. He raised his voice and said to Frederick, "Then Frederick will take Mr. Ali here. We must treat our friends with etiquette. Don't neglect it."

After hearing what he said, Frederick stood up and said, "Please follow me, Mr. Ali."

In a red-wall castle on the top of a mountain at home, a man with a back view of a European noble stood in front of the retro window. He wore black trousers with the corner of his pants sticking into his black boots. A white gentleman scarf was turned over his neck, and the collar of his shirt blocked the lower outline of his face.

Just one side was enough to make people dare not to look straight at him...

He put down the phone with a pair of gloves and said to a foreign-looking housekeeper behind him, "Frederick will pick up Zayn. Let's get someone out to welcome him." "The Mr. Ali?"

"In this country, only the Ali Enterprises can give three sides to the Emperor family."

The corners of his mouth were unclear, and he had a foreign mixed-race face, but his eyes were black and white like the America's. He was handsome and mysterious. But as a America noble in Italian, he was never as gentle as he looked.

Only the Nangong family knew what he was good at and what he was afraid of.

"Got it. I'll send someone out to greet you," the foreign butler replied, but his body did not get up. "There's one more thing. Miss... has gone out."

"I'll give you one day. If you can't find me, you'll have an arm cut off."

..Yes."

housekeeper answered and couldn't help

walked in. "You should know that have no lack of servants. Until now, the housekeeper has changed more than a dozen people. It is not

"...Understood."

suddenly changed. "Then don't take anyone to

scared that they almost knelt down. The sudden evil and horrible roar

he would

the original state, Aman even transferred Bucky back from the

returned from the company to the shallow water

Master. You've

walked into the villa and glanced at him calmly. "Do you think that the matter of you hitting me last time was over just like

doesn't like to listen in the future, I won't say it again." Try not to say it out. The feeling

that

"Yes."

Aman looked into the villa, and his lips unconsciously rose.

head of 'Weilian' to ask about the perfume

"There's more?" Aman asked.

the time when he was gone, and Chloe was

good to not answer. "Besides, Director has gone

well?" Aman remembered

"Young Madam is very good.

on the corners of President

mean that we can continue

useful for him to restrain himself last

Amam who kissed her hand at the dock.

[Ah, it's too romantic...]

Aman's eyelashes, at

put this photo on her mobile

"Knock, knock."

was knocked twice,

Weibo and raised

are you laughing at

her face. "Really? Am I smiling?

"Little fool."

did not dare to look

like a lover who had not been close for half a year. It would be

"Well, I've said it."

behind, hugged him from behind, and clung to

was going to become

always hang it on

information you want?" Aman looked at the little girl behind him, who was clinging to him. "Although I feel that this kind of news is not

her face was on Aman's back. She was so cute that she puffed up a lump of flesh. "But Mr. Smith said that he only met my father last night,

you, do you?" Aman raised his eyebrows. "I told you not to