Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

She threw the interview script she had in hand in Simms ‘ face.

With in her she snatched her card anger burning eyes, press from around her neck and roared, “What kind of person are you? How dare you send a five-year-old to get you a coffee?”

Without waiting for Simms to say anything else, she rushed downstairs to the coffee shop.

However, Melon wasn’t there either.

Ariana questioned the staff.

“There was indeed a little child, but he left a while ago,” a waiter replied with a slight frown, seemingly puzzled by her anxious demeanor.

Ariana felt her

desk and

front desk staff said in an apologetic tone, “The footage from our surveillance cameras is strictly controlled. You must apply to the building’s property management staff to gain access. The application process may take up to tomorrow. Or you can get the police

couldn’t afford

pace back and forth between the building and the coffee shop, repeatedly calling out her son’s

hour now, and there was still no

on the

thoughts

traffickers were a real concern these

have