- Novel-Eng
- Romance
- CEO & Rich
- Billionaire
- Marriage & Family
- Love
- Sweet Love
- Revenge
- Werewolf
- Family
- Marriage
- Drama
- Alpha
- Action
- Adult
- Adventure
- Comedy
- Drama
- Ecchi
- Fantasy
- Gender Bender
- Harem
- Historical
- Horror
- Josei
- Game
- Martial Arts
- Mature
- Mecha
- Mystery
- Psychological
- Romance
- School Life
- Sci-fi
- Seinen
- Shoujo
- Shounen Ai
- Shounen
- Slice of Life
- Smut
- Sports
- Supernatural
- Tragedy
- Wuxia
- Xianxia
- Xuanhuan
- Yaoi
- Military
- Two-dimensional
- Urban Life
- Yuri
Chapter 56,A Beauty with Multiple Masks
On the other side, Harvey had just received Carter’s message. He sent a voice message back. “Hey
Harvey, are you home yet? Don’t sleep on the road. Some wild dogs might eat you alive.” “Hahaha!
He’ll be able to feed five dogs.” In a good mood, Harvey refuted, “Shut it, Jordan. I’m not going to drink
anymore.”
The other three thought they were hallucinating when they heard Harvey, the man who essentially lived
in a bar, announced that he was not going to drink anymore.
Carter then texted: What? Jordan was equally quick to add to that. What the heck? Right then, Vinson,
who rarely appeared in the chat, sent a voice message to the group. “What’s wrong with you?” Upon
his arrival, Jordan shrieked and sent a voice message. “Holy f*ck! Harvey, your nonsense forced our
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbusy man out from his hiding! Hurry and tell us you’re joking.” He had been drinking continuously
because he was unable to find her.
Now that he had found her, there was no reason for him to keep drinking. As long as Arielle was in the
country, even if she did not give him a way to contact her, he would still find a hundred other ways to
get to her. Then, he would create the opportunity for them to encounter each other.
Love at first sight. That was what happened to him. It sounded absurd, but that was the
reality. Who wouldn’t fall for a brave, kind, and pretty girl?
The moment Harvey’s voice message was sent out, Jordan sent back a celebratory
emoji. Congratulations! May we know who this girl is? Hurry and propose to her! If she doesn’t agree to
it, we’ll kidnap her and get her to your bed for you! Upon reading the message, Harvey frowned.
Perhaps he had been drinking too much, for he started imagining Arielle on his bed. Unable to help
himself, he turned and looked toward the bed.
However, in the next second, he slapped himself. Slap! With the loud sound came his soberness. What
kind of scumbag am I? San’s a goddess to me. How can I think of her in that way? Irritated, Harvey
responded, “Jordan, if you say something like that again. I’ll skin you alive!” Jordan’s reply came quick.
“Oh?
Are you angry? It seems like you’re serious this time. I won’t say that anymore, all right? Let me
apologize to your future wife. Come on, tell us who she is.
Your grandma’s been waiting to hug her grandchild. As long as she comes from a decent family, it’s
fine even if she’s a little poorer.” Then, Jordan sent another voice message. “You won’t be like our Mr.
Nightshire. Mr. Nightshire, your family only lets you marry princesses, right?”
In the beginning, Vinson was in a good mood after getting Arielle to owe him a favor. However, when
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhe heard the voice message, his expression darkened. Throwing his phone aside, he then returned to
his computer. After a while of working, Vinson could not help but pick up his phone again.
He called his assistant and asked, “What’s on the schedule tomorrow?” The assistant was used to
receiving midnight calls from Vinson, so he was swift to exit his groggy state. After checking the next
day’s schedule, he replied, “You’ll need to check the new plot tomorrow morning, as well as have a
meeting with the engineer.
In the afternoon, you have a golf session with Mr. York. Your dinner will be with…” “Clear my schedule
tomorrow.” The assistant went silent for a moment before quietly asking, “Is there something important
tomorrow?” “I’m going to oversee the shooting of Soir Coffee tomorrow.
You can represent me in the meeting with the engineer. Push back the rest of the appointments.” “Yes,
sir.” Once the assistant ended the call, he reached out to pat his face. Ouch. I’m not dreaming. Mr. Nightshire’s ditching a project worth hundreds of billions to oversee an ambassador’s shooting?