Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate

Secretly The Billionaire Boss by Debbie chocolate Chapter 494: Emotions

Avery couldn’t believe it. She stood rooted to the floor for several minutes.

Was there really a way for two people to have the same tattoo at the same place?

“Don’t worry, Maximo. She’s safe with me,” Grey muttered and turned around, his eyes lingering at the door for a moment. Avery stepped back very quickly, fortunate that she didn’t fall or make a noise that would have given her out.

She walked away slowly, with so much on her mind.

At one point, she couldn’t work anymore and nearly faltered. Her head felt so heavy, she couldn’t really think it deeply. But she had to.

The stylist said it was top-notch information and David wasn’t Italian. In fact, he arrived in Italy several days after he was declared dead in Jacksonville.

That aside, what was she supposed to say concerning the way he made her feel? The way she was always reminded of Grey whenever he was with her.

And the tattoo! It was no coincidence, Avery could only come up to one conclusion, That wasn’t David, that was Grey.

But there was something else that she still couldn’t figure out. Would she say that Grey was a mafia lord?

That was hilarious and credulous. There was no way! Grey was a pauper whose father was merely a friend to Alfred. Well, Alfred could have helped him. And he could have introduced him to Hercules before he died.

Maybe that was how he came to know Maximo. Maybe he wasn’t really a mafia lord.

grateful that she sobbed quietly. Grey was alive. She thought he was dead and she had never for once stopped blaming herself. How could she have lived peacefully when she knew that she caused half of the misery

with people of high positions in countries. Who would have thought that Grey would be this successful? He even had a lot of designer

deep

few minutes, but she soon relaxed when

to reply before he took her hand and regarded it for

him, the tears not willing to stop

regarded her for a moment, a

way. Why couldn’t he let her know that he was Grey? Must he

knew that Grey never loved her. It was so painful to come to

did I do

wrong? Of course not, he didn’t. She was the only criminal

sighing breath. “You did nothing. I just discovered I’m not feeling well. I’m leaving earlier. You can continue with the

her for a moment. “Should I

myself. Besides, we can’t keep the participants waiting,” she released a sigh and looked up at Grey. “Call me when you are done,” she finished, pulled off his jacket, and stretched it out. “Thank you,” she said with a smile before

the steering as different emotions collided in her in some sort of crazy confusion. She

fell out of love with Grey. But after he died, she felt like she could have stayed with him no matter

work for him. Actually, it felt like she was doing to him what she had done to him in

work for

to do. She was so confused.

asked. She observed Charles’ face and noticed that he looked

sat in the living room and drowned his vodka