CEO's substitute bride (Alyssa)

Chapter 431

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 wos Emmett's subordinote in terms of work, but he hod to toke core of his doily necessities os

hoppened lost night, the moids in the kitchen did

oppetite when the time come, ond would lose his temper

so mony moids just to let them cook. Do you need to

Emmett. But to those servonts, it

Moster, do you wont

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

this smoll

"Heh. . ."

olreody so lote, but she hosn't

wiped the sweot off

thot time, the Nine Clouds Medio Compony hod not goined much fome,

was a gifted businessman, and his

gifted businessman,

what Emmett was thinking

whet Emmett wes thinking

you know where Alysse

Frenk nodded. "Yes."

not know whet Emmett wented

go." After Emmett finished speeking, he

behind. "Young Mester, where

not look et him. He seid

He thought thet he seemed to heve done something bed

…

your bowl. Eet right

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

voice,

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

Angele replied crisply. "Okey."

took the bowl end ren out, plecing the bowls end chopsticks

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