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Chapter 218
Chapter 218
nly her thick black hair.
Ambrose’s mind went blank.
Not without love, not without a woman, but at this moment, his brain short circuit, forget everything around.
Standing there like a log, motionless.
Philip didn’t hear them. He turned to look at them and froze.
But soon, he left quictly.
Adult business has nothing to do with the old man.
Alva recovered from her dizziness, regained consciousness, and smelled something strange.
She opened her eyes and froze.
The next moment, she pushed Ambrose away, turned and walked forward.
She walked quickly, but when she came to the camphor tree, she stopped.
Ambrose took two steps back from her push, steawed, and looked up at Alva.
I laughed.
I got over it. I knew pushing him was wrong.
Ambrose put his hands in his pockets and walked over. “That’s how you treat your rescuer?”
Alva’s frown didn’t let go, but she said, “Ambrose, thank you. It’s getting late. I’m going back to the hotel.”
He walked out, caught a taxi and left.
Ambrose stood there, rubbing his brow.
Is he so scary?
Alva sat in the car, looking out the window at the fast–passing scene, her hands clenched.
That one made her uncomfortable.
Why is it uncomfortable?
Because Ambrose and Uriah run a company.
They know each other.
Then it’s like leaning on Uriah.
She didn’t like it.
It’s very repellent.
Very resistant.
Even though she knew it was an accident, she couldn’t help it. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
Alva closed her eyes to calm her surging emotions.
Ambrose went back to the hotel and made a phone call. “Look up Philip, the owner of Helzberg Diamonds.”
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To put something in the hands of a complete stranger, he will not give it without full knowledge of that person.
“No problem.” ? Ambrose threw the phone on the bed and went to the bathroom.
Uriah sat in his study, looking at the mail coming through his
computer.
In the mail were photos, cach with the time and place.
He looked at these photos, dark eyes deep, like a backlog of winter snow, quiet terrible.
Ambrose came out of the shower, went to the bar to get a bottle of wine, poured a glass, and went to the balcony.
Although the night of H City does not have the romance of Paris, it has its warmth.
Ambrose looked out at the night and took a sip of wine.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
He turned, walked into the bedroom and took his phone.
Seeing the phone on the screen, my eyes moved and I smiled.
Swipe the answer button and say: “Rare, called me again.”
“In a good mood?
“Naturally, you know, I like the view, the wine, the food.”
“So, how many of them are around you now?”
“Well, now it’s just the view and the wine.”
The voice on the phone was quiet. Two seconds later, it said, “Where?”
“H City.”
“You should have been here before. I thought you bought some land here?”
Ambrose said with a light in his eye, “You’re not in H City now, are you?”
“No.”
“Oh, I thought you were at H City. Let’s go out for a drink.”
“The day after tomorrow.”
“Huh? You coming?”
“HMM.”
“Well, I’ll wait for you.”
I was thinking of going back to Paris the day after tomorrow.
If he says that, he’s a day late.
Ambrose put his phone on the balcony and continued to watch the night scene.
Different place, different scenery, different beauty.
It’s up to you to find out.
Uriah got up and went to the balcony and looked into the distance, the darkness of his eyes merging with the darkness of the distance.