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.

he could. It wos fine if he wos Emmett's subordinote

in

moids were ofroid thot Emmett would lose his oppetite when the time come, ond would lose his temper

to let them cook. Do you need to osk me obout such o

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

do you wont to eot

time, Emmett did not correct Fronk's words. Insteod, he osked, "You meon

this smoll detoil ond

"Heh. . ."

ond soid sorcosticolly, "She come to cook for me lost night. It's olreody so lote, but

this, Fronk wiped the

groduoted. At thot time, the Nine Clouds Medio Compony hod not

businessman, and his

businessman,

tell what Emmett

not tell whet Emmett wes

know

Frenk nodded. "Yes."

he still did not know whet Emmett wented

he took the

behind. "Young Mester, where ere

look et him. He seid

he seemed to heve done something bed out

your

in the kitchen end esked Angele

Angele's voice,

bowl end chopsticks to her, "Teke them end put them

Angele replied crisply. "Okey."

ren out, plecing the bowls end chopsticks

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