Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

Chapter 520

Finley ordered these women to stay, and Meroy glanced at the dozen or so beautiful girls behind him with their heads all

overgrown.

Finley’s face darkened, and the others didn’t dare to say anything, they all avoided, leaving room for their own

president to give full play.

“Open the wine!”

Finley’s face turned pale, and his voice was as heavy as water.

Paul coughed, before saying that Finley had opened the wine.

The girls on the left and right looked at their big boss, each of them cautiously looked like children waiting to eat fruit in a kindergarten classroom.

Originally decorated in a low–key and luxurious box with a large space, there was only the sound of Finley pouring wine for himself at this time, and no one dared to speak. The atmosphere in the box was so weird that it didn’t look like an entertainment place like Charming Bar, It feels like entering a haunted house that escaped from the room.

Meroy still couldn’t help reminding, “Mr. Stwart, I heard that you just had an operation, drinking alcohol hurt your health, why don’t they sing you a song.”

Without raising his head, Finley filled the glass in front of him, raised his head and drank half of it, coughing immediately.

The two girls beside him took out tissues and helped Finley wipe the wine off his sleeves.

Paul stood up with a swipe.

He stared at Finley, and found that Finley’s eyes were broken, and he couldn’t say a word of persuasion in his heart.

Paul whispered, “I’ll go to the bathroom, you guys drink first.” NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

He strode out of the box, went to the bathroom, splashed ice water on his face, wiped his face and called Sofia.

Sofia is about to fall asleep here. She just helped her younger brother pack up his books and plans to contact the school tomorrow so that his younger brother can resume school in NY.

The younger brother’s current situation is very special. He has a mental illness and has neglected four years of studies.

Now he needs to help his younger brother catch up the basic knowledge, but in fact, he doesn’t need to hire a tutor.

Back then, she was very good at studying and was a top student in key colleges, so Sofia now has an extra task. Apart from doing those jewelry designs every day, she must spare more than an hour to help her younger brother with tutoring.

He has already asked Marry to help contact a private school in NY. This private aristocratic school pays attention to quality education, and the study time is not so stuck.

Sofia had just settled down for her younger brother to rest, prepared the materials needed for tutoring, and was about to send him to school tomorrow. She was sitting at the small

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desk helping him sharpen his pencils when Paul’s phone call

came in.

“Ma’am, is it convenient for you to answer the phone now?”

“Convenience, you say.”

Sofia didn’t expect that Paul, who hadn’t contacted for a long time, would call her, and she faintly realized that there was something wrong with Finley.

Paul took a breath, “Madam, no matter what misunderstandings you had with the president before, it still wouldn’t kill the president, right?”

Sofia frowned, wondering what Paul meant by that.

“Paul, I don’t understand what you mean.”

Paul was about to cry, and rubbed his slightly red eyes, “I beg you, don’t quarrel with the president, can everyone live a good life?”

Sofia was silent and didn’t speak, and Paul over there seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, talking endlessly about Finley’s self–torturing evil deeds during this period of time.

Sofia frowned, let alone Paul, even she couldn’t see clearly what Finley was going to do now, he was the one who betrayed him first.

He is the one who is going to die or live now.

Paul’s voice was almost pleading, “Madam, President, he just had an operation. The doctor has already said that if he doesn’t pay attention, he may not live long.”

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