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Chapter 542

    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Honey, what are you thinking about?” asked Richard.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Richard was amused to see her in a daze. He could not help but reach out and gently flick her forehead.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Tiffany eximed and red at him. “You only know how to attract other women’s attention.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“What?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Even Richard, who had always been calm, was stunned by Tiffany’s words. He said in shock, “When did I attract other women’s attention?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">The usation was unjust!</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Tiffany snorted softly and looked away. “You know what you’re doing.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Richard raised his head and looked at Grelle. His eyes were instantly filled with hostility.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">‘It is this woman again,‘ thought Richard.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Richard raised his hand and said coldly to his subordinates, “What are you waiting for? Can’t you see Mrs.Hampton is unhappy? Throw her out.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Yes”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His subordinates immediately did as they were told.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Grelle was still immersed in Richard’s gaze when he looked at her. However, when she suddenly heard Richard’s sentence that threw her out, she immediately sobered up.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Mr. Hampton, have you forgotten I saved you twice? How can you be so heartless? The one who should be chased out is Tiffany, that bitch. She has ulterior motives toward you. She might stab you again at any time!”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Grelle was indignant and almost shouted those words.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">However, Richard’s aura was even colder. His facial expression was so cold that it was terrifying The smile on his lips was even more cruel and cold.</font></font>Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Then I’m willing, too.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Even if Tiffany stabbed him again, he would be willing.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Not only was he willing but ready with pleasure.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He would dly endure it even if he died in her hands one day.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Grelle was stunned.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She did not expect such words toe out of Richard’s mouth.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He looked cold and heartless, but he gave all his love and gentleness to one person.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">That person was destined not to be her!</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Two streams of tears flowed from the corners of Grelle’s eyes.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Grelle forcefully broke free from the grip of Richard’s two subordinates and said sadly, “I get it. I’ll walk myself.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">1/4</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">08:4</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Mon, Nov</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 542</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">She had been rejected time and time again. At least, she had to protect herst bit of dignity in front of him when she left.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Grelle sobbed and turned to leave.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">In the end, a demonic voice sounded from behind. “You want to leave just like that?” said Richard with a sold smile.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">‘How did the woman insult Tiffany just now? She thought she could get away with it without paying a price as if Royal Bay was easy to get in,‘ thought Richard.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Throw her to the back of the mountain.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">A pack of wolves was in the most remote corner of the back mountain…</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">His subordinates immediately did as they were told.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It was useless no matter how Grelle struggled.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Soon, she was brought to the back mountain by Richard’s subordinates.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">There was arge enclosed venue in the most remote corner of the back mountain. A pack of wolves was there. When they heard themotion, their green eyes turned over.</font></font>


    Grelle rolled her eyes and almost fainted from fright.


    “Let go of me! Let go of me!” Grelle cried.


    She knew she could not avoid today’s cmity. She could only turn to look at Tiffany and cry for help. “Tiffany, Tiffany, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have offended you. I didn’t dare to scheme against you. Tiffany, save me. I don’t want to die…”


    Tiffany did not expect Richard to be serious. She could not help but quietly tug at his sleeve and whispered, “Are you going to throw her in?”


    “Of course.”


    Tiffany was not surprised by his answer.


    Richard did not have such a good temper. Otherwise, why would the public think of him as ruthless and cold–blooded?


    For someone like Grelle who hade knocking on his door time and time again and touched his bottom line, it was already kind of him not to be killed her directly.


    Tiffany sighed and did not say anything.


    Upon seeing that, Grelle, who refused to let go of the metal door, cried even louder, “Tiffany, I was wrong. I was wrong! Please let me go! I won’t do it again, I won’t…”


    She knew it was useless to beg Richard at that point. She could only ce all her hopes on Tiffany.


    “Tiffany, I won’t dare toe again. Please let me go. My parents are still waiting for me at home. If I die, they won’t be able to live either…”


    Upon hearing Grelle’s words, Tiffany frowned.


    ‘Although Grelle is at fault, it is not unforgivable. Moreover, everyone in the vige chief’s family is nice, and Grelle is their only child. It would be too cruel if they lost their daughter at an old age… thought Tiffany.


    At that thought, Tiffany reached out and gently tugged at Richard’s sleeve.


    “Richard.”


    08:41 Mon,


    “Call me honey.”


    Tiffany gritted her teeth and corrected herself. “Honey.”


    “Hm?” Richard’s face was still tense, but there was an unconceble joy in his dark eyes.


    “Forget it. Let her go.”


    “Say it in one sentence..”


    Tiffany gritted her teeth and said, “Hubby, let’s forget it. Let her go!”


    “My wife has spoken. How can I not obey?”


    Richard chuckled, and there was a hint of gentleness between his eyebrows.


    Then, he waved his hand, and his subordinates understood and took Grelle away from Royal Bay.


    The iron door that was originally opened was closed again.


    The wolves inside stirred a few times, but they silently retreated in the end.


    Grelle was still crying when she was thrown out. Her voice trembled as she choked, “Thank you, Tiffany…”


    She lowered her head and looked submissive,pletely different from her arrogant attitude of calling Tiffany a bitch just


    now


    Tiffany did not intend to argue with her. She turned around and entered the vi.


    However, after she turned around, a resentful gaze appeared on her back.


    Tiffany sensed something and turned around. She saw Grelle trembling as she left Royal Bay.


    ‘With this lesson, Grelle probably wouldn’t dare toe to Royal Bay again, would she?‘ thought Tiffany.


    Tiffany shook her head and could not be bothered to investigate further.


    All the servants in the hall of the vi had retreated.


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Only Tiffany and Richard were in the luxurious and stylish living room.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Honey…”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Tiffany had learned her lesson this time and thought, ‘Before bidding farewell to him, I must coax him a little. Then he will be able to ept it better if I tell him I’m leaving</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">However, Richard knew her well. When he saw she was different from her usual obedient self, he immediately raised his eyebrows and asked with a faint smile, “Tell me, what are you going to do to let me down?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He guessed it right.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Tiffany touched her nose and said with conviction, “How could it be something that let you down? I just… just that…”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Just what?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Tjust want to go away for a few days.”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“How many days is it?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">5</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">08:41 Mon, Nov 25</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 542</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“At least three to five days, at most… half a month?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">?</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">:? ?? 91%u</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“So long?” Richard frowned. There was a deep sense of helplessness in his eyes. “Where are we going? What are you going to do?”</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Tiffany had no intention of hiding anything from him, so she told him everything.</font></font>


    <font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Sooner orter, he would find out about her identity a</font></font>
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