Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies by Sherri Roman

Chapter 7 He Wants to Firmly Grasp it in His Hands

The man’s suppressed anger made Mia take a step back slightly, but a smile appeared on her face, “Mr. Smith can’t be so

narrow-minded that you don’t even want to celebrate Sir Smith’s birthday, can you?”

Joe let out a sarcastic laugh, “What, the White family sent you here, right? Have they squandered their money again and want to resort to old tricks, sending you to beg for more?”

These years the White family had already declined, desperately seeking to reestablish connections with the Smith family, but Joe had never agreed.

Hearing what he said, how could Mia not guess what he was thinking?

Her face immediately turned gloomy, “I have no ties with the White family anymore. You don’t have to worry about getting involved with me again.”

She indifferently swirled her wine glass, turning to leave.

But suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her wrist, muffling her scream before it escaped, and he dragged her to a secluded corridor.

Mia was so frightened that she didn’t even look at him. She reached out and slapped him.

But Joe, with a dark expression, firmly caught her hand mid-strike.

fanning her neck, “Sun House is not a place you can come and go

intimate, yet Mia’s mind was filled only with anger, “Joe, we divorced five years

what you said when you drugged me

a shade paler, her beautiful eyes filled

gaze momentarily lost focus, his grip unintentionally tightening.

both the family and the business had been firmly in his grasp without any variables.

only variable

variables or enjoy them. So even if he despised Mia,

the change in his eyes,

allure.

Smith, you claim to be immune to my wiles,

soft, tingling

he forcefully pushed her

mockery in her eyes turning to scorn, “Five years

how could Joe not know

an

on Mia, “What

rubbed her wrist, now marked with