Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 1270 Motril Royal Family

"So, there's no talk?"

Adriana laughed and glanced at them with contempt, "In that case, what else do we have to talk about."

It's really excessive.

She was angry and arrived at another sentence, "Sandra never owed you anything, and there is no

need to take this risk for you. If you really don't want to, let Celine marry into the Motril royal family,

after all, she still has the Archie's behind her, not so much that anyone would dare to make a rash

move against her ......."

The last four words, Adriana's voice is very heavy, with a few threats and warnings.

Negotiations are at an impasse.

Chaya and Bethany blushed extremely hard.

Sandra sat on the sidelines and didn't say anything.

But it must be said that today Adriana was extraordinarily impressed by her.

Even ...... has so little touch.

"It is in her best interest to marry into the Motril royal family instead of Celine, and to enjoy untold future

glory and prosperity."

Chaya said while looking at Sandra, "You can also offer some financial compensation. If you ask, I will

satisfy you."

In their eyes, money is everything.

You really think 'money makes the devil go round'.

"I just want Theresa dead. Otherwise, no deal."

With Adriana's words just now as a pavement, Sandra's attitude hardened a bit, directly put down a

sentence, the attitude end deadly.

At the sound of his voice, Raylan inclined his head and swept Sandra a glance, his eyes cold and

meaningful, inscrutable.

"Come on, it's a nice day, let's go out for a walk."

Raylan got up, raised his hands to straighten the collar of his suit, put his hands into his trouser

pockets, said to Sandra and left.

Sandra knew Raylan was taking her off the hook, got up right away, and followed him.

Even though she knew Raylan was playing along with Adriana, she couldn't restrain her racing heart

and deer in the headlights.

The two just left, Chaya seemed to want to say something, opened her mouth, but then dissolved into a

sigh and did not squeak.

Adriana took in Chaya's face and just raised her eyebrows gently, picked up the boiling water and took

a sip.

"What did you come over to see me about?"

She got right to the point and questioned directly.

Adriana never had any good feelings for Chaya and really didn't want to see her if she didn't have to.

Chaya, who was brought back to her senses by her words, raised her eyelids slightly, looked at Adriana

and said, "Prince Motril is coming over this afternoon and invites you to meet him together."

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Nothing is adultery or theft.

Adriana doesn't want to be fooled.

If not for the fact that the compulsion in her body has not yet figured out how to lift, she really wanted to

take Peter and leave Obren immediately, and never set foot in half a step again.

"The patriarch invited you, you are not too insensitive."

Bethany couldn't resist a sarcastic remark.

"That is, if you are invited, you should bring the gesture you should have." Peter, who had not spoken

for a long time, leaned leisurely on his chair and looked at Bethany with cold eyes.

Peter said a very dominant sentence.

Adriana smiled and gave a secret thumbs up to Peter.

As expected of her man, he protects her in every way.

"You ......"

"Bethany!"

Bethany wanted to say something else, but saw Chaya raise her hand, interrupting him. She said, "Tell

Sandra that I agreed to her request. You and Peter remember to attend the dinner this afternoon."

With those words, she got up and walked away.

Bethany's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Shiera, got up with a brush of his sleeve, and left

with a cold snort.

After they left, Adriana propped her elbows on the table, resting her chin, and sighed despondently, "I

always feel that the deeper I fall, the deeper I get. I really ...... just want to leave Obren sooner."

Although it is said that Obren has a lot of things to do, but what do those things have to do with her?

She is just an ordinary woman with limited ability to change too much.