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

out tissues and helped Finley wipe the wine off

with a

Finley, and found that Finley’s eyes were broken, and he couldn’t say a word

“I’ll go to the bathroom, you guys

strode out of the box, went to the bathroom, splashed ice

here. She just helped her younger brother pack up his books and plans to contact the school

He has a mental

basic knowledge, but in fact, he doesn’t need

good at studying and was a top student in key colleges, so Sofia now has an extra task. Apart from doing those jewelry designs every day, she must spare more than an hour to help her younger brother with tutoring.

private school in NY. This private aristocratic

down for her younger brother to rest, prepared the materials needed for tutoring, and was about to send him to school tomorrow. She was sitting at the small

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his pencils when Paul’s phone call

came in.

for you to answer

“Convenience, you say.”