Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 520

Finley ordered these women to stay, and Meroy glanced at the dozen or so beautiful girls behind him with their heads all

overgrown.

Finley’s face darkened, and the others didn’t dare to say anything, they all avoided, leaving room for their own

president to give full play.

“Open the wine!”

Finley’s face turned pale, and his voice was as heavy as water.

Paul coughed, before saying that Finley had opened the wine.

The girls on the left and right looked at their big boss, each of them cautiously looked like children waiting to eat fruit in a kindergarten classroom.

Originally decorated in a low–key and luxurious box with a large space, there was only the sound of Finley pouring wine for himself at this time, and no one dared to speak. The atmosphere in the box was so weird that it didn’t look like an entertainment place like Charming Bar, It feels like entering a haunted house that escaped from the room.

Meroy still couldn’t help reminding, “Mr. Stwart, I heard that you just had an operation, drinking alcohol hurt your health, why don’t they sing you a song.”

filled the glass in front of him, raised his head and drank half of

girls beside him took out tissues and helped Finley wipe the wine off his sleeves.

up with

and he couldn’t say a word of

the bathroom, you

the bathroom, splashed ice water

She just helped her younger brother pack up his books and plans to contact the school tomorrow so that his younger brother can resume school

brother’s current situation is very special. He has a mental illness and has neglected four years

he needs to help his younger brother catch up the basic knowledge, but in

Sofia now has an extra task. Apart from doing those jewelry designs every day, she must spare more than an hour to help her

Marry to help contact a private school in NY. This private aristocratic school pays attention to

younger brother to rest, prepared the materials needed for tutoring, and was about to send

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helping him sharpen his pencils when Paul’s

came in.

it convenient for you to answer the

“Convenience, you say.”