Ivan paused his pace, watching Jennifer through the telescope. His eagle-sharp eyes became icy.

He believed Jennifer had gotten up early to meet Spencer and purposely chose this remote place to hide from the paparazzi.

In the yard across the river, there was full of laughter. People were chatting happily.

Spencer passed the grilled squid to Jennifer. "Try it. I'm best at grilling it with well-controlled time and heat.”

"Thanks." Jennifer took it over, still wondering what his relationship with Ivan was.

Spencer took over the uncooked skewers from her hands and helped her.

Ivan watched the scene. Their intimate interaction was a pain in his eyes.

"Excuse me, Mr. Marsh," Finnley approached him and whispered, "If you are OK with this land, the project will start. All of us have no other questions.”

Ivan returned the telescope to him. "All right," he answered and went to sit in the car.

Finnley was confused, wondering what had gone wrong.

pain surged in his stomach. It was so fierce that

Marsh?" The driver looked

and sensed something wrong. "Are you all right,

his stomach. The

instantly exchanged a few words with the senior executives before sitting in the car. "Go to

and started the

never suffered from such a stomachache, so he didn't refuse to go to the hospital. Shortly after, sweat oozed on his forehead. Finnley was anxious. "Drive

Mr. Russell." The car had been sped

the backseat with a painful look. He realized that

tried hard to tolerate the

scene where Spencer and Jennifer were barbecuing flashed through

last night? How hypocritical!” Ivan thought to himself. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on

worried about him. He pulled out his

The car roared forward.

Ivan reminded Finnley jealously, “Ask her to go to the hospital!" He wouldn't let her

issue because of the cake

aback. Then he asked, "What's Mrs. Marsh's number,

number already. Without

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