When His Eyes Opened

Chapter 1291

Ben Schaffer was surprised: “Then what are you doing here?”

“You made my sister’s belly bigger, shouldn’t you be responsible for her? Don’t think that if Elliot is not here now, you can bully my sister.” Zion Explaining the purpose, “You must marry my sister.”

Gwen: “???” Her eyes widened, unable to understand what the eldest brother, Zion was saying.

“I understand, you want a dowry. Tell me, how much do you want? Can I give it to you directly?” Ben Schaffer negotiated with him, “I don’t want to talk about the wedding beforehand, aside from the fact that I don’t want to marry your sister. The reason is that your sister doesn’t want to marry me either.”

Zion was furious when he heard this, and scolded: “Gwen, your brain is flooded? Do you know how rich he is? Since you are pregnant with his child, just Hurry up and marry her. You will definitely not be able to marry a man richer than him in the future.”

Gwen said blankly: “Brother, how much do you want, tell him, don’t yell at me.”

“I can’t figure it out.” Zion finished scolding Gwen and looked at Ben Schaffer, “Let me talk to you alone.”

Ben Schaffer couldn’t bear seeing Gwen’s face turning red when he was being scolded: “Gwen, you take a taxi and go to back home first.”

spoke, Gwen strode

Zion to the restaurant he reserved

were seated, Zion couldn’t wait to speak: “You must

mouth twitched: “Zion,

and you have no illegitimate child. The child in my sister’s womb is your first child. It is also

either do the wedding now, or do it after the baby is born.”

wedding.” Ben Schaffer gave this answer

Gwen kill the child. His parents

the parents came over and were overjoyed to learn that Gwen was

happy in a long time. With more and more

relief when he got this result. “Then let’s talk about

“How much do you want? If you’re still a man, don’t use your sister’s life-long event as a bargaining chip for

Zion came prepared, “If

Ben Schaffer: “……” F*ck!

nose, “Whether

Schaffer kneeled to Zion in his heart, and called him