Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 537

Seeing Finley walking forward without looking back, Michelle felt cold all over.

The gold chain around her neck was torn off by Finley, hurting her skin with sharp pains.

Only then did Michelle realize the fact that the tall, handsome and rich man in front of her was a ruthless beast.

Probably the only person in this world who can control this beast is Sofia.

She also imagined that she became Mrs. Stwart, but it turned out that she was just a tool used by others to adjust the relationship between husband and wife.

Justin walked in front of Michelle, “Miss Michelle, give me your account number and tell me the amount.”

Michelle’s eyes were stained with tears, and she cried angrily, but she still gritted her teeth, opened her phone and turned to her bank card account, raised her phone and almost poked Justin in front of her eyes.

“This is it, but then again, if I am not satisfied with the labor fee, you will bear the consequences.”

Justin smiled softly, “Miss Michelle, don’t worry, the CEO has never treated any woman badly when it comes to money.”

Finley got into his low–key luxury Rolls–Royce and Justin got into the driver’s seat.

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Mr.

leaned his head back on the seat,

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and his heart was completely riddled with holes.

At that time, Finley swore that

relationship between the two people has come to this point. They have not even been married for a long time, and they have been defeated by the cruel reality before realizing the sweetness

and wife.

realize that the girl who adored him a few years

Sofia in the past. The current Sofia is full of guard and doubts about him, but this time she

she can’t act like he is blind, flirting with other men

are you going?”

in the seat through the rearview mirror, and couldn’t help but sigh secretly.

word, “Go back to Seashore

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back to Seashore Villa, where you can relive the wonderful moments with Sofia.

it was like a curse for Finley, approaching him step by step,

these short thirty days. If he was asked to let go,

the traffic light, Xiang held the steering wheel steady, picked

Mr. Stwart’s apartment in Paris. There is a surveillance video that