Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 713

Finley’s face instantly darkened, and his eyes flashed slightly. Just as he was about to say something, Sofia grabbed his arm.

She felt that both of them were very childish. If this continued, it would not look good to make jokes in front of so many people.

If it affects Mr. Norman again, their plan will be completely ruined.

“It’s getting late, Finley, let’s go back.”

A Finley shout made half of Finley’s body crisp. He originally wanted to deal with Hank fiercely, just for Sofia’s sake.

Mr. Norman’s party is also coming to an end, and it is not rude to leave at this time.

Finley nodded and went to Mr. Norman with Sofia and Samantha to say goodbye to Mr. Norman.

Mr. Norman’s conversation with Samantha was clearly still a bit unproductive.

He nodded, smiled, and then talked about going to Australia to participate in the art exhibition.

“Mr. Stwart will go too.”

Mr. Norman feels much better about Finley now than he did just now, and with the face of Finley’s Samantha, he doesn’t mean to embarrass Finley too much.

And Finley’s gift today is very heavy, he still has to give this face.

Sofia and Samantha hear that Mr. Norman has also invited

Finley to come to Australia for an art exhibition.

The mother and daughter both brushed their faces and changed a little color. Fortunately, Finley did not find anything strange about the two of them, but said a few polite words to Mr. Norman.

Then the three people walked out of Mr. Norman’s banquet hall. At this time, Hank watched the figures of the three people walk out of the door from a distance, and suddenly held his breath in his heart, feeling very uncomfortable.

No matter how much he fought, no matter how bad the relationship between Sofia and Finley was.

Even if Mrs. Campbell hated Finley and didn’t want her Sofia to be with him, at this moment, in the eyes of outsiders, the three of them were family, and he Hank was nothing.

Hank raised his head and drank the red wine in his glass, which stimulated his throat. He coughed and calmed down for a long time.

His eyes lowered slightly, and a hint of coldness passed through his eyes.

Soon, soon, this game has come to an end, it should be the end.

As long as he arrives in Australia and participates in that art exhibition, he will make arrangements in Australia in advance.

Send Sofia’s mother and Carey out of Australia.

He had already thought about it. In that art exhibition, there was a secret room tunnel on the island that used to be in the seventeenth century.

At that time, it was also a transit point for the black slave trade, and there was a secret passage under the prison.

Just by creating the illusion that Mrs. Campbell and Carey unfortunately fell into the water and drowned, the two of them would be out of Finley’s control, and the old and young would change their identities and live a new life.

Sofia has no worries and will definitely confess completely to Finley.

By that time, Sofia would be a free person. Although she might not like herself, at least she had the right to choose, instead of being raised by Finley in a golden cage.

Finley, along with Sofia and Samantha, returns to his winery outside Paris.

The butler waited at the door early and welcomed a few people in.

Finley knew that Samantha and Sofia both liked American food and couldn’t stand the greasy Western food, so he prepared some matsutake chicken soup and some American snacks.

The entire gorgeous dining room sat only Finley, Sofia and Samantha.

All three were buried in their meals, after all, it was impossible to eat and drink at Mr. Norman’s banquet just now.

That kind of banquet is just pretend, basically can’t eat anything and still very hungry. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

The American food at this time was very to their liking. The three of them were eating, and no one spoke, and the atmosphere at the table seemed a little stagnant.

For a time, the atmosphere was awkward.

Samantha first put down the spoon and slowly got up. She didn’t look at Finley, but said to her own Sofia, “I’ll go up to rest first and wait for you in the bedroom.” –

Finley’s eyes flashed slightly, and he understood what

Samantha meant, that he didn’t want him to live in the same

room as Sofia.

Finley frowned. Four years ago, he would have lost his temper.

What could an elder do? As an elder, he wouldn’t let him live

with his wife. What kind of reason was this?

But four years ago, there was so much trouble between the Stwart Family and the Campbell Family that no matter what excessive things Samantha did to him, he had to suffer as a junior.

Sofia nodded hurriedly, got up and sent Samantha upstairs. Unexpectedly, Finley stopped Sofia’s way.

“Sofia, I want to talk to you alone.”

Samantha clutched Sofia’s fingers tightly. Sofia’s hands hurt from her mother’s scratches. He patted the back of

Samantha’s hand and asked the second old man to go back to rest first.

Samantha returned to her room. Sofia walked down the stairs and stood in front of Finley.

Finley took a breath, put down the cutlery in his hand, and looked at the woman in front of him.

A girl who was obviously so bright and lovely was so far away from him at this time. For a while, my heart was suffocated and uncomfortable.

“Would you like to take a walk in the garden?”

Finley’s voice was a little tight, and he didn’t know what he was suppressing.

Sofia and Finley have been living together for so many years, how can she not know his temper and habits?

Looking at Finley’s expression at this time, it is obvious that this man has been suppressed to the extreme.

If he didn’t go out with him, Finley would go crazy if he broke out. Now he just wants to completely separate the Campbell Family and the Stwart Family as soon as possible and get rid of his control.

She nodded and followed Finley into the back garden.

The back garden here is full of tall oak trees, forming a secluded tree–lined path.

Sofia followed Finley, and neither of them spoke.

Finley suddenly turned around and took Sofia into his arms and kissed her on the lips.