Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 483

“By the way, where did you bring this kid here, I need to confirm his identity, otherwise I won’t be able to attract that more cunning fox.

Ruby knew that Sofia was not easy. Maybe three years ago, Sofia was still stupid when she was not in prison, but now it is different, this woman is not easy to deal with.

Maybe her long–lost brother was her weakness, and to put that weakness to good use, Franco would have to check him

out.

Ruby said coldly, “I found it at the music square. You can search that area of Mr. Hill carefully, and maybe you can find something useful, but when will we contact Sofia?”

Franco looked at the darkening sky outside the broken

window, the dark blue sky was dotted with a few stars, and it felt quite cold.

“Just in the next few days, I will contact you when the time comes.”

“Yeah!” Ruby nodded, turned and walked out of the warehouse.

As night fell, Sofia sat on the sofa in the hotel in a daze, waiting for news.

Just this morning, Hank patted his chest and told Sofia that it was easy to find a kid in Paris, even an American kid.

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evening, and Sofia hadn’t received a call from Hank, and

short message.

a little anxious, but

inquired about it almost, so I can go directly to pick up the child when the

and before she could make a call, there

door, outside the door was Hank in black casual clothes, leaning against

found that child, but I

“Who

walked into

shoulder.

in and

of the way, then closed the door of the room, thinking about her younger brother, everything was in a mess, she didn’t even notice a paparazzi sneaking in not far away, and took a picture of Hank entering Sofia’s room just now, and then The cat

into the room when

wrist.

Hank frowned

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his lips pulled, and the

what Sofia entrusted to him, it was a little

suppressed his smile and sat down. Sofia let go of his wrist. Hank’s body was covered with injuries, and there was a bruise on his wrist. I don’t