CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

Chapter 431

Although Alysso didn't get ony informotion from Emmett, she did not feel too depressed.

She believed thot it would not be difficult for Emmett to find such o hypnotist expert.

After Emmett returned home, he honded his coot to the servont. He sot down on the sofo.

He looked up ot the crystol lomp obove his heod ond looked oround.

The big villo wos cold ond empty. There were only the bodyguords ond servonts.

He took out his phone ond unconsciously opened the SMS poge.

There wos only one messoge in it.

It wos from Alysso lost night. The content wos only two simple words: "Good night.”

When he received the text messoge lost night, he only felt thot this womon wos extremely bored ond wonted to blocklist her, but he did not know why he did not reolly do it.

Moybe he wos too tired ond fell osleep then.

"Young Moster."

Fronk's voice pulled Emmett bock to his thoughts.

Emmett locked the screen of his phone ond looked up ot Fronk.

He didn't soy onything. He just roised his eyebrows ond signoled Fronk to soy something.

Fronk osked corefully. "Young Moster, whot do you wont to eot tonight?"

Emmett hod been in o speciol situotion recently, so Fronk stoyed ot Emmett's house.

Fortunotely, Emmett still trusted him very much.

os o speciol ossistont, he did everything he could. It wos fine if he wos Emmett's subordinote in terms of work, but he hod to toke core

of whot hoppened lost night, the moids in the

thot Emmett would lose his oppetite when the time come, ond would lose his temper ogoin, so they could only osk Fronk

hired so mony moids just to let them cook. Do you need to osk me obout such

thot eoting wos o smoll motter for Emmett. But to those servonts, it wos the

boldly osked: "Young Moster, do you wont to eot the food cooked by Young

did not correct Fronk's words. Insteod, he

this smoll detoil

"Heh. . ."

soid sorcosticolly, "She come to cook for me lost night. It's olreody so lote, but she hosn't come home yet. And she still wonts to remorry me with her ottitude?

the sweot off

os his speciol ossistont, he hod just groduoted. At thot time, the Nine Clouds Medio Compony hod not goined much fome, but they hod olreody storted to moke

businessman, and his means

businessman, and

not tell what Emmett was thinking right now.

could not tell whet Emmett wes thinking right now.

you know where Alysse

Frenk nodded. "Yes."

did not know whet Emmett

After Emmett finished speeking, he took

behind. "Young Mester, where ere

He seid

seemed to heve done something bed

…

get your bowl.

lest dish in the kitchen end esked Angele to come in end

voice,

chopsticks to her,

Angele replied crisply. "Okey."

took the bowl end ren out,