Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 481 Brush On The Cheek

Bryn folded his arms together and placed them on the table, his expression serious. “It’s best if the ledger is handed over by Mrs. Hoven herself, and it must be proven that Ms. Hoven over came across it”

Willam narrowed his eyes. Could he mean that

“Though Ms. Hoven had never seen the lodger, she must’ve already known that Xander is her biological father, which makes her a threat. Unless she remains unshaken by Mander’s affairs and continues to stay as your wife. Then there’s a mutual benefit,” Bryan added.

William leaned back in his chair. He realized Bryan was giving him advice for him to safeguard Emelie

First, he had to shift the responsibility for the ledger to Greta.

Second, he had to make sure Emelie would never leave his side.

Witam said calmly. “I heard you met Patricia before the New Year during your business trip to Eprand. Is that why you’re helping Emelle? Or is it because of Samuel? Perhaps it’s because she used to work for you? Or is it because Patricia is my cousin?”

Bryan only offered to help because he cared

He avoided the questions and added, “Well, I’ve heard that Beathan and your friend, Elias, are fighting over a woman That might explain Beathan’s threats of violence. You should keep in eye on him, Mr. Middleton.”

With that being said, Bryan signed off the call

William’s faceted somber as he habitually fiddled with his wedding ring.

rumbled Lighting pierced through

a lock sounded

Willium said.

earlier. Since you were in a meeting, he went to the conference room to

William remained silent.

seat and walked out of

a house of cards on

A gust of wind followed him, and the entire simicture collapsed

watched it all come crashing down,” jayden muttered, shaking his head as he

his rie, his expression was

to play cards? William asked, carrying

bored. Remember how Xander built his empire, hosted grand parties, and in the end, it all bell

demeanor grew serious as he stacked

Pole. The river was covered in a thick layer of ice, looking perfectly

a polar bear break through the ice with a single swipe, and water started shooting right up. We

and Ms. Hoven leaving, the surface now cracked. Ther has to be an end

on the sex than on

on without pausing, and the waves rolled continanusly. Soon, another day passed,

sat by the window in her cabin, lost in thought as she listened to the sound of the weers. Only

reached out to