Andre leaned back, and then glanced down at the cool woman on the ground, her voice was cold, her beak could not be ignored, and she had a strong aura.
"I ..." The cool woman instantly reddened her eyes, and her voice was cowardly, "Yes, Master Carlson, I'll go down now." "
After saying that, the cool woman stood up with her hands on her sore chest, walked towards the door, and glanced at Claire hatefully as she brushed her shoulder.
As if she were an enemy.
"..."
What's the matter with her, what to stare at.
Claire was speechless and glared back fiercely.
As soon as she turned around, Claire saw that Andre was still sitting there, looking at her expressionlessly, her hands resting on her chin arbitrarily and elegantly, clean and slender, as if waiting for her to enter...
"For your girlfriend, you won't be able to marry her for the rest of your life. "
Claire said as she walked in.
"Girlfriend? Andrei sneered disdainfully, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and a handsome face instantly looked several times better.
This man even sneered like this.
It's a normal woman, and the blood tank will be emptied of this face...
"What are you laughing at?" asked Claire casually.
"You. "
"Am I not right? She's not your girlfriend?"
"Playthings. "
"..."
The world of rich people really doesn't understand.
Claire walked over to his desk, stopped talking nonsense, and said straight to the point, "Okay, none of this matters. That's right, Mr. Carlson, I was just sent here by a group of inexplicable people, and I don't know what's going on, can you lend me a phone to contact my family?"
Well, the most important thing is to contact the family.
Andre stared at her coldly, listened to her finish speaking, and suddenly grabbed her thin wrist across the table and pulled hard.
"Bang-"
Claire was forced to lie on her desk, her hands being grasped by Andre, while he sat motionless in the chair that seemed to be worth a lot.
"What are you doing?" Claire glared at him angrily, struggling.
She was already weak, and her whole body was screaming in pain.
"Don't you know the rules?" Andre grabbed her wrist with one hand, wrapped the other hand around the back of her head against the back of her neck, and pressed a face close to her, her lips almost touching hers, "The woman who enters my study automatically acknowledges that it is mine." "
The picture is very ambiguous.
Claire desperately shrunk her neck back to prevent him from kissing, "Get out of here, let go of your hands! "
Andre looked at her coldly, his gaze resting on her curved brows, her angry eyes, her thin nose, and finally on her pale lips...
Suddenly.
Andre kissed her on the lips fiercely, wildly, desperately like a beast.
Claire's eyes widened in disbelief and she struggled even harder, but the more she struggled, the more his breath poured in, and her lips and teeth were almost all filled with his taste, the smell of mint...
The papers on her desk fell off her desk as she struggled.
Andre's hand suddenly loosened, and Claire immediately broke free, picked up a stack of papers and was about to smash it at Andre—
Just then, her eyes stumbled upon a line dated the document: December 25, 2023.
"2023?" Claire blurted out puzzled, "Isn't it 2020?"
That's a lot worse...
"I forgot, you slept in my bed for three years, how do you know the rules. Andre sat there immovable, his slender hand caressing his thin lips, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he said displeasedly, "The mouth of a vegetative person is really bitter." "
After speaking, Andre pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Claire glared at him, "What vegetative person, what has been sleeping in your bed for three years?"
Suddenly, Claire forgot about being kissed by him.
She had more to know...
"The hospital is invested in by me, and the hospital beds naturally belong to me. "
"That's not what I'm going to hear, what are you talking about in a vegetative state?"
"It looks like you've slept for three years, and your head isn't clear. "
"You name it!"
"You're not qualified enough for me. Andrei took out his phone, dialed a key, and his voice was cold and impatient, "Take the vegetative man down." "
Soon, there were several more security guards in the study.
Claire was dragged out by the security guard's arm, her head was like a mess of mush, and she didn't understand anything.
Isn't it 2020?
How did it become 2023? Why did she end up here? What the hell is going on with all this... Is she vegetative? can't be, can't be...
Claire was dragged to the door, and Andre's voice was as cold as ice suddenly came from behind her, "Regarding the 300 million debt, I will give you two ways." "
What 300 million debts? When will she be in debt again?
"First, enter the entertainment industry to pay off debts. "
"..."
"Second, marry me. "
"..."
As soon as the words fell, Claire was dragged out of the study by the security guards, and the heavy door slammed shut behind her with a dull sound...
In a small supermarket.
Claire crouched in front of a shelf, holding a frozen bottle of yogurt in both hands, staring blankly at the factory date on the yogurt bottle — December 2023.
All the goods in the supermarket, all the newspapers, all the dates are 2023...
In the middle of the night, tears fell from Claire's eyes.
Drop by drop, dripping onto the yogurt bottle.
Blurred the factory date above.
Just a few days ago, the secretary of the man named Andrei told her -
"Miss Gray, your father defrauded $300 million in a row, and committed suicide by setting fire to it after it was revealed three years ago. You were in a vegetative state after being hit hard in that fire, and you were supposed to be trying to stop your father. These... Don't you remember?"
She excitedly shouted at the secretary, "I don't believe it, I want to see my father!"
"Sorry, Miss Gray, both of your parents died in that fire, and Mr. Carlson kept you in the villa to take care of you because of your pity. "That's what Andrei's secretary said.
Killed?
How could it be?
Of course she didn't believe it.
She doesn't believe that her beloved dad would break the law.
She ran out, she ran to the police station, she ran to the courthouse, she pulled out all the social newspapers from the thrift yard from three years ago...
But the reality is as cold as Andre's eyes.
It's been three years, and she's not 20 years old, but 23 years old, and her parents ... All died.
She has no parents anymore and no more.
She was so traumatized that she couldn't remember the fire, but she clearly remembered the scene of the family of three living happily together, and she remembered that her father said that he was going to take her fishing, how could it be... How so...
Why did she wake up with nothing?
What about her mom and dad? What about her home?
Why are they gone...
"Kick-kick-"
The sound of steady footsteps slowly and methodically moves from far to near.
A group of bodyguards silently cleared the customers and salesmen in the supermarket, and Andre walked in with a pace.