Become Filthy Rich After Divorce

Chapter 693 Don'T Let Him Get Close

Chapter 693 Don't let him get close

Andre called Pola, who was now over at Ipswich and picked up the phone, "Sir."

"Myles has gone to Ipswich, make arrangements on your side, don't let him get close to Alina."

"Mr. Dean has come over?" Hearing that Myles had gone to Ipswich, Pola was worried.

Earlier, when Andre had allowed the Tower Fan Mountain project to deviate, she had actually thought

that Myles might spill over to Alina.

Now, it seemed that she had been right.

As long as Alina retaliated against Chester now, she would definitely incur a backlash.

"Yes."

"Got it." Pola was alert, so she made the arrangement as she had hung up the phone.

Just after hanging up the phone, the room door was open and Fabian came in, carrying breakfast in his

hand.

When she saw him, Pola didn't pay any attention, and just kept talking on the phone.

Fabian placed the breakfast on the small table until Pola finished her last phone call, he said, "Miss

Hughes is getting more and more impatient now." Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Pola froze for a moment.

Was Alina impatient? Yet she didn't see it as necessarily so.

"This feud between her and Chester is destined to involve a lot of mischief and trouble." But it seemed

impossible to let Alina just let it go.

Her families all died because of the Collins family's calculations.

She could even be generous enough to overlook how Chester had treated her in Ingford, but Zane's

death was probably the main reason why Alina finally got back at Chester.

Vanessa, who had left the Hughes family in ruins, was already dead.

This feud would have been brought to a close, and it was Zane that was the main reason that involved

Chester.

Fabian looked profoundly at Pola, who was not affected by his gaze in the slightest and walked to sit

opposite him.

The way he held his coffee was elegant.

Fabian, "Do you need my help?"

Having followed Pola during this period of time, Fabian could sort of see that she was rigorous in

carrying out every one of Andre's orders.

As long as it was an order from Andre, it had never failed, so it was no wonder that she had been able

to be by the side of a picky person like Andre for so long.

However, Fabian did not know what kind of kind of gratitude Andre had for Pola.

"No need, it's all arranged." Pola said in an indifferent tone.

To him, she always kept her distance.

Fabian froze for a moment.

He did not expect that she could be so methodical even when facing such an oppressive opponent like

Myles.

At this moment, Fabian's mind flashed back to a scene when Pola was once at her most innocent.

When she encountered something she couldn't solve, she would cry.

Even in college, because of the untimely development, to go to the canteen to eat the table she was

struggling.

Since when on earth had she, who only cried when things happened, now become so sharp and

competent?

"When are you going back?" Pola asked.

Fabian froze, and the hand holding his coffee cup was tightened.

During this period of following her around, she was either letting him go or asking him when he was

going to leave at any time.

She didn't show clear disgust, but definitely didn't show enthusiasm either.

"What happened back then?" At this moment, Fabian didn't answer Pola, but instead asked his

question.

Pola didn't say anything, just eating her food.

Although Fabian was not considered a stranger to her during this time, he was definitely not an

acquaintance either.

Pola was silent, Fabian's eyes flickered deeply.

Sensing the low pressure on him, Pola said, "Yesterday, I received a call from Ingford."

Saying that, she looked at Fabian across the table.

At this moment, Fabian's gaze was deep, but his heart was in his throat.

"Who was it from?"

"Karina Watson."

Fabian's eyes instantly went dark.

He could guess the purpose of this call.

Seeing that Fabian did not say anything, Pola put down the spoon in his hand and took a napkin to

wipe away the stain at the corner of his mouth.

And then looking at Fabian, he said, "I don't have time to tangle with you guys right now, so even if you

don't leave Ipswich, at least don't come near me, okay?"

"You're scared?" Fabian asked, looking at her with a gaze that carried even more of a sense of

oppression at the moment.

Pola put the tissue down, "You know what is the priority, right?"

Fabian's gaze towards Pola deepened, "What is the priority for you now?"

Pola did not answer his question.

And the indifferent look in her eyes had answered everything.

She had suffered during their relationship.

In that bloody lesson, Pola had moved on.

Seeing the man always looking at her sternly, Pola opened her mouth, "One always grows up after

getting quite a few lessons in this life."

For example, her.

She had once thought that the world was a beautiful place, and that people were good in every way.

But in the end, she was wrong.

In the end, she knew what hypocrisy was.

She made it clear, and Fabian looked at her with colder gaze at the moment.

Pola had no time to dwell on him.

She got up to get her clothes and got ready to go out, although all the arrangements had been made

around Alina now, she had to be foolproof.

"How did you get to Andre?" Just as Pola was walking towards the door, he asked in a flinty voice.

Pola turned back to look at him.

The corner of her mouth lifted into a smile, "You should ask me how I left the Williamson family."

"Pola."

"I think you should trust them." Pola could guess what the Williamson family would say to Fabian.

Without waiting for Fabian to say anything else, Pola went straight out the door.

Fabian sat in the daylight, his eyes were yet dim.

Pola was devoted to every single thing that Andre ordered.

Once upon a time, she was devoted to him too.

...

When Penny saw that it was Nellie who had come to pick her up, she put on a cute smile, "Nellie."

"Miss me?" Nellie held Penny up. Penny nodded, "Yes, I miss you so much."

"Mummy is with you, will you miss me?"

"Yeah." The child was more grateful, before when Alina was not around, Nellie doted on her and loved

her.

Little children's likes were this simple, who treated them well and would rejoice in return in equal love.