Billionaire’s Escaped Wife

Yvette Hill looked back at her mother strangely and pulled her hand out of Viola’s.

Things seemed to be different. Viola didn’t leave here in a hurry. Instead, she seemed to be waiting for her.

Mrs. Hill knew her trick was exposed. She stood behind the door with his head down, not daring to look at Yvette Hill.

“Honey, didn’t you tell her the reason why I asked her to come here?” Viola stood straight and walked up to Yvette Hill. he put his head on Hill’s neck and sniffed. “Wow, it smells good. Miss hill is indeed a lady from an eminent family.”

“Mom, what’s going on? Are you hiding something from me?”

Yvette Hill dodged Viola and walked to Mrs. Hill.

No matter how stupid she was, she could see that Viola had something on her mother. How could an ordinary mother know nothing about slippers.

She had heard that Viola was a person who would do anything by hook or by crook. Even if her mother didn’t bring her here today, he would find another way to bring her here tomorrow.

“Yvette, don’t ask. It’s all my fault. If I don’t do this, not only mother, but also the whole Hill family will be in trouble. I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.”

Mrs. Hill covered her face with her hands, full of regret.

She regretted that she had done something wrong to her husband and that she had put her daughter in trouble.

“Why are you so nervous? Sit down and have a cup of coffee. We can talk slowly. The night is long and we have plenty of time.”

Viola returned to his seat and asked the waiter to prepare coffee for them.

“Just say it. I don’t have time to waste on you.”

Yvette Hill sat opposite Viola and pushed the coffee aside impatiently.

“What’s the rush? Before negotiating, I’ll show you a slide. Let’s appreciate it, okay?”

Viola was not in a hurry. he asked the waiter who had ground the coffee to go out and then took out her laptop, opened it and put it in front of Yvette Hill.

he smiled, picked up a cup of coffee, put it to his mouth and drank it elegantly.

Yvette Hill looked at the screen of the computer, on which played Mrs In the photo of Hill and the French kissing, the two of them hugged each other, talking and laughing, and walked into the villa.

Her face turned ghastly pale. She looked back at her elegant mother, and then looked back at the photo in the computer. She couldn’t believe that the woman in the computer was her mother.

“What do these photos mean? My mother has seen a foreigner. The two of them kissed and greeted each other politely. Viola, you are a man who has come back from abroad. Can’t you accept this?”

Viola picked up the coffee in front of her disdainfully, took a sip and sneered.

They thought it was something important. Perhaps any woman in the upper class, whether she was unmarried or had already been the wife of someone, would have a few photos of such a photo. No one was surprised.

It was not in the 70s and 80s. Holding hands, she had to look around to see if there was anyone.

“It turns out that Miss Hill is so open. That’s easy. You can also give me a polite kiss to say hello. I haven’t tasted the food in your superior Miss Hill’s mouth.”

Viola put down the glass, stood up and walked to Yvette Hill. he bent down as if he was going to do the next step.

Before Yvette Hill was about to push him away, she turned around and tapped on the keyboard. Some more exciting photos were exposed.

“I think Miss Hill won’t mind Mrs. Hill’s polite greeting. Then I’ll press enter.”

To be honest, he couldn’t take such beautiful photos.

It was worth it to exchange a piece of information for such a group of photos.

Women were nothing to him. In front of money and status, he could even sell his mother, not to mention that Mrs. Hill was just someone else’s wife.

Of course, the photos were bought from the man who had posted them. For these groups of photos, he supported him to successfully inherit the family.

“Stop! What do you want?”

Yvette Hill removed Viola’s hand from the Enter key, and the expression on his face finally became not so calm.

If these photos were exposed, almost the whole Zhou family would be destroyed as her mother said.

“Honey, tell her what I want?”

Viola stood up, moved fingers away from the computer keyboard, walked to Mrs. Hill and leaned against the door.

He took out a pack of cigarettes, lit it and blew on Mrs. Hill’s face.

His frivolous expression reminded people of those playboys who didn’t do their jobs, or those playboys who had been hanging out with women all year round.

“All right, all right. My baby is shy. I won’t make things difficult for you.” Holding the cigarette in his hand, he walked to the side of Yvette Hill and put it in his coffee cup. With his elbow on the table, he put his face in front of her and said with an evil and attractive smile, “I’m fine. I just want you to stay with me for one night. Aaron Hunter’s fiancee must have a special taste.”

“Since you know that I’m Aaron Hunter’s fiancee, how dare you do that? Aren’t you afraid that the Hunter family will take revenge on you?”

“Revenge? That’s a good word. If I were afraid of revenge, I would have ended up like this.”

He snapped his fingers at the door and asked the bodyguards to take Mrs. Hill out. He locked her in the next room and tied her up with a rope.

Several strong bodyguards stood in front of her and looked at her.

Viola raised his hand and looked at the time. It was almost the time.

He was afraid that Yvette Hill wouldn’t give in, so he put something good in her coffee.

“It’s about time. You can leave now.”

“You just let me go?”

Yvette Hill couldn’t believe it. The man took her here just to show her those photos.

How could it be so simple? A man who had tried his best to get her here just chatted with her for a few words, had a cup of coffee and then let her go.

She stood up and was about to leave the private room when she suddenly felt a little stuffy, her body and face burning.

She was so thirsty that she picked up a glass of warm water on the table and drank it in a gulp.

Suddenly, she thought of something and the cup slipped from her hand. “You tampered with that cup of coffee.”NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Viola pretended to be surprised and looked at Yvette Hill. She covered her mouth with her hands exaggeratedly and said, “Miss Hill, how, how did you know that? Do you also know something about it?”

“You bastard!”

Yvette Hill felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter. She leaned over the table, gasping for breath, and involuntarily pulled his clothes, trying to release himself from those restraints.

Her body became hotter and hotter, and her eyes became more and more blurred. She exerted more and more strength to her hands.

She tried to run out of the door with her last sanity.

“Miss Hill, just go out. If you don’t need my help at that time, you can be on the headline of tomorrow’s headline in W city. I want to think about how to write the title, ‘Miss Zhou suddenly went crazy when she saw a man on the road.’ this title was not enough to be explosive, but changed to ‘Aaron Hunter’s fiancee suddenly changed her temperament, like an emotional mother or a dog, pouncing on men everywhere.’ it doesn’t seem to be appropriate…”

Before Viola could finish her words, Yvette Hill fell down on the ground. Her clothes were worn out and she looked at Viola with blurred eyes, as if she could pounce on her at any time.

She lost her last sanity when Viola walked towards her.

She pounced on him, grabbed his clothes, tore them apart, bit his Adam’s apple and pushed him to the sofa.

Viola was startled. This woman was so crazy.

He finally managed to stop her, so he tied her hands with a rope to stop her from pouncing on him. Then he opened the door of the lounge and looked at the soft bed with satisfaction. Then he walked over, picked up Yvette Hill and walked towards the lounge.

Soon, a rotten smell came out of the lounge.