Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 666

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She didn’t expect that after her little brother was injured, he would try his best to make money, help his brother heal, and intervene in the disputes between so many big people. At this time, she was a little scared, but at the same time, she was also a little excited. Looking at Finley sitting opposite, she couldn’t believe that there were still such excellent men in this Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

world.

The only thing I have never seen is Finley, a mature man who controls everything in his own hands, is a fatal attraction to those young girls, but Adelaide also knows that he dares not say anything.

He still looked at Finley too fiercely, and his eyes were a little bit seductive. Justin looked at it and frowned. I’m afraid this woman is crazy, she still wants to seduce people in this state.

Finley didn’t care at all about the head of the girl opposite him. There was only one woman in his heart, and there was always that woman. Other women were just decorations, vases, and tools that he could use.

Finley knew that this woman was a little greedy, and he changed hands with his benefits, and wanted to take the benefits of someone else’s plan. He disappeared and could laugh, “. I have to warn you about one thing, if you take 5 million and retract your confession.”

“Even if I, Finley, don’t move, do you think I’ll let you go a few

times?”

Adelaide immediately turned pale, hurriedly raised his head, and looked at Finley in disbelief.

Not only did he say coldly., “You have offended him, 5 million the life of a beauty.”

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Finley, as soon as the voice fell, Adelaide was not stupid, and suddenly thought of something. Yes, he could pick up and play it back after turning it over, but without Finley’s protection, where could he escape with his 5 million, he would definitely be killed, even his parents and younger brother would not be spared, he suddenly shook up, and different girls fell to the ground, looking at Finley Ku Ball, “. Mr. Stwart, what should I do? What should I do?”