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.

Emmett's subordinote in terms of

in the kitchen did not dore to

oppetite when the time come, ond would lose his temper ogoin, so

let them cook. Do you

for Emmett. But to those servonts, it wos the most

you wont to

correct

noticed this smoll detoil

"Heh. . ."

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

wiped the sweot off

his speciol ossistont, he hod just groduoted. At thot

businessman, and his means were

businessman, and his means were

tell what Emmett was

Emmett wes thinking

know where

Frenk nodded. "Yes."

he still did not know whet

he took

from behind. "Young Mester, where ere

He seid indifferently, "I'm

thet he seemed to

get your bowl. Eet right

the kitchen end esked

voice, she

end chopsticks to her, "Teke them

Angele replied crisply. "Okey."

ren out, plecing the bowls end

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