Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1852

Freya knew better than anyone how capable Linda was. When Linda was Patrick’s secretary, there were many things that she could not do well.

However, all she did was act like a spoiled child, and with the help of several secretaries behind her, she pretended to be capable and innocent in front of Patrick.

Harley agreed. “Patrick is also an idiot. With your brother’s ability, the Lynch family is prospering more than ever. If he had stayed with you back then, the Jackson family wouldn’t end up a joke in Melbourne like they are now.”

Freya took a sip of milk tea and was about to say something when her eyes suddenly froze. She quickly lowered her head. “We really can’t talk about people behind their backs. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.”

Harley froze and hurriedly looked over, only to see Patrick on the other side of the aisle. However, there were partitions in the middle, so he did not

see them. Instead, he went straight to the second- last table at the back. Opposite him sat a young woman in her twenties wearing purple -red short overalls. Her little round face was not extremely good looking, but she looked like a pretty daughter from a humble family.

Harley stared with wide eyes. “ Did we bump into him on a blind date?”

“Okay. Let’s pretend we didn’t see anything.” Freya covered her face. If she had known earlier, she would not have chosen this restaurant.

from

was very wild and would not eat properly, wanting to run

his

was at a loss for

much. He was hungry

Snow, you can just watch some cartoons with him

she took out her phone to play Sammy some cartoons,

was very strange. Both women had buried

the food

no need to be in

wondering, Harley suddenly got so

looked over as well and

started to cry. “Patrick Jackson, you’re too much. You’ve been with me for several years. How dare you go on a blind date with another woman behind my back? How can you

restaurant was

over and instantly froze. “Is that Patrick Jackson and his