Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 681.

"Crack!"

Aveline was eating, and she didn't know what was wrong. She was obviously very hungry, but she started feeling very uneasy. The spoon she picked up fell to the ground and made a cracking sound.

Aveline subconsciously bent down to pick it up, but Ciara told her:

"Don't worry about it, let the servant do it."

Before Ciara finished speaking, Aveline's finger was scratched by a porcelain piece, and blood dripped on the white porcelain piece.

"Come here now."

Ciara casually called for the servant to come over and bandage her.

Aveline looked at the blood in a daze, "How long has Alexander been there?"

"Don't worry, he should be back soon." Ciara comforted her as the cell phone on the table rang.

"I'll take a call."

Ciara let go of Aveline and answered the phone. No one knew what the person said on the other end of the phone. Ciara's usually calm face changed its expression, and she even stood up suddenly.

Send

increased, "Mom,

it's just a little trouble. You continue to eat and I'll take

left, not even having the patience to explain a few more

call had something

so she quickly dialed

on the other end of the phone saying that the line was not reachable. Aveline's calls to some of his men either could not be answered or

hurriedly chased after Ciara but only saw the rear of the

What happened?

phone number, but the line was always busy. It was obvious that Ciara was on a long call

has always been with Ciara every day,

home. She had just arrived in that city and was still unfamiliar with the

other thing she could do than for Aveline to lift her legs and run towards the old man's small building,

QUMS

into his yard, the old man

look on his face.

might have happened to

"I already know, don't worry, our people

his hand, and he kept

tunic suit,

I'm a little uneasy. Can you tell