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After Dirvorce I become a SheEO Chapter 249
Chapter 249 Zayla Has a Dream
Simon’s gaze immediately fell on the floor.
Eden had already thrown all the paper into the shredder, completely crushing them to pieces.
The bodyguard Mark’s voice came from outside the door.
“Mr. Russo, Timothy, the biggest boss of San Diego, is coming here with his daughter.”
Eden opened the door of the suite.
Timothy looked at Simon, who was sitting on the black sofa with a strong aura. Timothy smiled and pulled Amara
into the suite.
“Mr. Russo, this is my daughter Amara.”
“What’s the matter?” Simon glanced at her.
“Mr. Russo, I know that you are famous in Houston. I also know that your range of influence can reach far. But as
the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. In San Diego, without me, you can’t do anything.”
Simon sneered, put down his crossed legs, and heavily knocked on the wooden floor, making a “bang” sound!
His face leaned close to Timothy. His terrifying eyes stared straight at Timothy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Are you threatening me?”
Timothy quickly shook his head and revealed a flattering smile. “Mr. Russo, I didn’t mean that. We are all
businessmen. I just want to talk business with you today.”
Then, Timothy lowered his voice and leaned close to Simon. In a voice that only the two of them could hear, he
whispered.
“You and Ms. Vargas are a perfect match, but someone wants to separate you. The best way is to take
precautions!”
Timothy meant to kill Lincoln.
How could Simon not understand it?
“Tell me your conditions.”
Timothy knew that Simon also had the same idea, so he continued with a smile.
“My daughter is good-looking, but she has not found a boyfriend yet. In the upper class of Houston, I wonder if
there are any suitable candidates. Mr. Russo, please help me choose a good husband for my daughter.”
Simon glanced at Amara.
She wore heavy makeup and was unbearably vulgar.
So ugly.
Even Dawson couldn’t stand her.
“After the matter is settled, I will send her to the upper-class circle.”
Timothy was overjoyed when he heard that!
“Mr. Russo, wait for my good news!”
Simon nodded lightly and wanted to end the conversation. He ordered, “Eden, see the guests out.”
Eden faced Timothy and Amara and made a “please” gesture.
Timothy pulled Amara away.
The door closed.
“Dad, why do you want to send me to the upper class of Houston?”
Timothy quickly covered Amara’s mouth!
“Lower your voice. This is a great opportunity. It cost me a lot to get it for you!”
“Do you know what kind of place the upper-class circle in Houston is? It attracts the whole upper class in the world!
“With our family’s current strength, we can’t even step on the threshold! Can’t you just give it a shot?”
Amara retorted, “Dad, you know that I love Linkin!”
“What is the Vaughan family? Can it be compared to the noble families in Houston?
“Listen, as long as you marry into upper-class families, what kind of man will you not have? You can even get Linkin
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmeasily!”
Amara’s eyes lit up. “Really? If I can’t win Linkin’s heart, I will get his body!”
Timothy nodded perfunctorily. “Okay, okay, okay. As long as you listen to me and manage to enter the upper class
of Houston, Linkin will be yours.”
Amara was so happy that she began to fantasize.
“At the same time, in the presidential suite.
“Eden, do you think Timothy has the ability to kill Lincoln?” Simon sneered.
Eden was shocked. “Mr. Russo, is this the business that Mr. Beckley talked about?”
“You have a problem?”
Eden shook his head and carefully asked, “Mr. Russo, Lincoln is your uncle after all. Are you really going to kill him?”
“I’m not the one who wants to kill him.”
As he spoke, Simon spread out his hand and looked down.
“My hands are not stained with his blood, and I have not taken his life. They are very clean.”
The sky was bright.
Zayla had a dream. She dreamed that she was sitting on Lincoln’s shoulder and plucking the moon.
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