Having visited his mother, after a few simple pleasantries, Justin Kingston turned to look for his wife.
In the living room on the second floor of the villa.
Justin Kingston sat on the sofa and handed a card to the girl opposite, "Take it."
She was slightly taken aback, the scene was so familiar, she had just experienced it.
"What are you doing?"
The man had a gentle warmth on his lips, "One billion, take it."
"I don’t want it." she said, "I don’t need money."
"Even if you don’t need money, you have to take it." He gazed at her affectionately, "This is my token of sincerity, besides, we even signed an agreent."
But the agreent was torn up by his mother, it no longer held legal validity.
She didn’t reach out to take it, one billion was too much.
She shook her head, her voice serene, "Really, there’s no need. I didn’t do this for the money, you know that."
"Of course, I know that." His expression was earnest, yet his voice was very gentle, "But if you don’t accept it, I won’t be at ease. I want to give you the best, a lot of happiness can be bought with money."
Mia Lane thought about it seriously and then reached out to take it, "Alright, I’ll accept it. When the company needs it, you can email Cora Yates, I can transfer the extra money back to you. This one billion will last a long ti."
He laughed, it was a lively laugh, enveloped in the sunlight streaming in from the window, he was filled with lethal charm.
"The company wouldn’t ask you for money anyway." He laughed and said, "You’re right by my side, why send an email?"
"Have you been taking your stomach dicine on ti?" she asked him.
"Don’t worry, I won’t waste my wife’s efforts, I take them even more promptly than the nutritional supplents."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
The wounds on his back had healed, during this ti, his wife had persistently applied dicine for him three tis a day.
There were still five hours until the flight took off.
Justin Kingston said he needed to go to the company in the afternoon for a eting, and after the eting, he would take her on a trip.
She listened with a smile, but didn’t respond.
Lunch was also cooked by Mia Lane herself, Justin Kingston felt sorry for her and volunteered to help.
She prepared a large table of delicious homade dishes, and Kristina Kingston also ate two bowls of rice.
After lunch, Justin Kingston prepared to go to the company, and Mia Lane was also ready to head to the airport after he left.
"Oh dear, I’m itching to death!" Kristina Kingston suddenly felt uncomfortable all over her body, "Mary, co have a look at !" Her skin was accompanied by an intensely itchy burning sensation.
Everyone around beca imdiately tense, Justin Kingston, who was about to leave, turned back to the sofa, "Mom, what’s wrong?"
"It itches! It’s too itchy!" She uneasily removed her mask, "Mirror! Give a mirror quickly!" Her voice was filled with panic, caring about one’s face is inherent for won.
Once her mask was removed, her face was frighteningly red, and the area around her eyes was all swollen, Mia Lane’s heart clenched, how could this happen?
Mary dared not hand her the mirror, but instead grabbed Mia Lane, pleading, "How could this happen? Madam! Why is this happening?"
Even those who didn’t understand the situation knew it was serious!
The servants were even more helpless.
In a panic, Kristina Kingston pulled off her gloves, disregarding her image, hurriedly rolling up her sleeves, revealing large red and swollen rashes on her not yet fully healed skin.
"Ah—" She couldn’t accept it, "How could this happen?!" She was in despair, her gaze as cold as a blade swept towards Mia Lane, "Did you do this on purpose?! Are you trying to escape?! Soone!! Soone! Block the door! Don’t let Mia Lane escape!!"
At this mont, a red Bentley pulled into the yard.
When Monica Usher walked into the living room in high heels, she saw the chaos inside, with Kristina Kingston’s panicked screams being particularly piercing.
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