It Was You

Chapter 671 I Won't Let Them Go Even If I Die

"Let it go! I'm going to kill the fat cat today! " Moore couldn't stand it anymore. Blue veins stood out on his forehead. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Cassandra was so frightened that her hand holding Five shook. Then she looked at Moore pitifully. A few seconds later, Moore found that he was too stupid. How could this woman stare at him pitifully?

"Sweetheart, your son is so mean to me. He even bullied Five!" Cassandra ran to Martin as fast as lightning, with the cat of nearly 16 pounds in her arms.

Carlos, "..."

Moore was speechless.

'Can I kill this woman directly?'

Martin frowned slightly, with imperceptible restraint and forbearance in his eyes. After last night, he thought that Cassandra would be afraid of him and even deliberately keep a distance from him.

But she didn't.

Was it because Cassandra was good at acting, or he missed something?

Before he could figure out the answer, he had instinctively held Cassandra's shoulder carefully to prevent her from falling when she walked too fast. "Slow down."

Cassandra curled her lips and raised her head with grievance, "It's not my fault. Your son is too cruel."

Someone's ability to push the blame was greatly improved.

"She stole my cat! How could she blame me? "

Carlos looked at Moore sympathetically and thought, 'Well, you may not understand the living rule. In this family, there is always only one person who is reasonable, and that is Cassandra.'

Even if Cassandra was unreasonable, her coquetry and grievance made sense.

"Don't scold her." said Martin.

Moore was speechless.

'Love is blind!

I'm not angry. Anger makes me ugly!'

A few seconds later...

Not reconciled, Moore said in a somewhat aggrieved voice, "She was the one who scolded me first, and robbed Five from me. She can grab anything else, except two things. I won't let them go until I die. "

One was Five, the second was... Martin.

Moore was not a three year old child anymore. He didn't care about many things, but he wouldn't let these two things go. Five was a birthday gift from James, and Martin, he had long regarded this person as his belief and couldn't be touched.

Cassandra touched Five and said, "I didn't mean to take it away from you. I just took it here for fun. Here you are. "

Her tone sounded like she was teasing a child, and then she handed over Five carefully. With a confused look on his face, Moore didn't know what was going on. Five seemed to finally smell a familiar smell from some clues. It carefully stretched out a claw and scratched his hand.

The atmosphere... The atmosphere was a little embarrassed.

Moore took Five from Cassandra's arms. At first, Five was a little unfamiliar with him. It looked at him carefully and made sure that he didn't mean to hurt it. Then it meowed and rubbed its fat head against him.

At that moment, Moore suddenly felt excited that his own child finally recognized him.

No matter how cynical he was, he was still a child spoiled by Martin. Occasionally, he would show his childish nature in front of Martin.

Cassandra's eyes were almost glued to Five and Moore. To be honest, she was really unwilling to give Five back to Moore just now. Perhaps all the cat slaves were developed in this way.

Cassandra sighed, "Sweetheart, let's go to eat. After that, I'm going to the company. Work makes me happy!"

The trip to the H city came to an end faster than she had expected, and Martin was not injured either. However, the new movie was about to start, and she, as a new director, couldn't make a mistake.

Moreover, she was the heroine of Johnny's movie. After this calculation, she would be very busy in the next few months.

"Okay" replied Martin.

A complicated emotion flashed across Martin's eyes, but it disappeared before people could capture it.

At a high-end leisure club in the capital city.

In a small box.

A person in a dark gray loose T-shirt, a black peaked cap on the head, and a black mask on the face, which covered most of the face. There was a big sunglasses on the bridge of the nose, and for a moment, it was difficult to distinguish it as a man or a woman.

At this moment, the person was holding a glass of warm water with the trembling hands. Through the big sunglasses, one could vaguely tell that the person seemed to be staring at the door of the box nervously, as if waiting for someone.

The club was membership based. The consumption here was at least ten thousand dollars. Otherwise, they couldn't even get in.

About ten minutes later, the door of the box was opened from the outside, and then a woman in high- end professional clothes came in with a strong and even a little choking perfume.

"Essie! It's really you! I... I... " An excited voice broke the silence.

It was a woman's voice. She was so excited that she stood up from the chair. Her fingers accidentally touched the water in the glass, and her knees hit the legs of the table. But at this moment, the woman seemed to have forgotten everything else. Under the sunglasses, there was an undisguised light in her eyes.

With a professional smile on her face, the woman called Essie pulled out a few tissues and wiped the water stains on the table carefully. Then she asked, "Is your leg okay? Do you need me to ask someone to send some ointment here? "

The woman immediately shook her head and said, "No, it's Okay. Essie, I... I thought I received a scam call... I... I really didn't expect it was you... "

With a smile, Essie held the woman's hand with her fair finger and sat down on a clean chair aside. "How could it be? This place belongs to Mr. Roger, and ordinary people can't enter it. By the way, this is

the membership card I just applied for you. The membership fee has been paid for you. You can come to visit here at any time before the term of validity."

The woman's eyes lit up and greedily stared at the golden card. This was a high-end consumption place, and the color of the card represented the level of the member, or to put it bluntly, it was the status of the member.

Golden cards ranked fifth in the clubhouse. Usually, they were all upstarts. The annual membership fee was at least 200 thousand. The important grade of a member would be decided according to the level of the membership fee. When the consumption reached a certain level, the club would raise its grade by itself, or the member could apply for it by himself.

It was a thin card that many people dreamed of. She used to think it was a luxury to have a look at it, but now, this card was in front of her and she could get it easily.

The woman didn't reach out to take it. She just looked at Essie and said in a calm tone as much as possible, "Essie, I shouldn't get any reward without merit. You specially asked me to come here today and gave me such a big gift... What... What can I do for you? "