When She Unveils Identities

Chapter 31

Chapter 31 The Strange Three

Braden pushed open the door of the room and saw that Blaine, who was drugged, was pressing Jane

under him in a strange gesture.

“Save me!”

Jane seemed to see hope and screamed to Braden for help.

Although Blaine was her boyfriend, they had sex a long time ago, she really couldn’t accept this. It was too embarrassing!

Braden looked coldly at the two people on the ground and took away the things that belonged to Shirley on the table.

“It’s your own fault!”

After he said these words, he left without looking back.

It was time for Jane to suffer.

Going downstairs, seeing Shirley standing at the door, Braden frowned coldly, “We haven’t divorced yet. You are still the owner of this villa.”

“Thank you, I don’t care!”

Shirley took her things, turned around, and left, not even bothering to say goodbye.

At this moment, it was dark.

Shirley stood outside the villa and wanted to take a taxi. But because it was too far away from downtown, no driver was willing to take the order.

After a while, Braden stopped in front of her in his silver sports car. His handsome face was cold, “Get in the car!”

It wasn’t an invitation, but an order.

Shirley thought about it, but didn’t refuse, opened the co–pilot’s door, and sat on it directly.

But she was a little surprised to see what was on the seat.

“Where did you get it?”

She saw that there was an amber pendant, which was exactly the same as the one she had picked up in the cemetery this morning.

A bold guess immediately rose in her heart, “Could it be that this guy went to the cemetery to worship her parents today, and he accidentally dropped the amber pendant

But why did he buy two same pendants? Was it just a coincidence?

“Your pendant…”

“Don’t touch my stuff!”

Braden’s tone was not kind. He snatched the pendant with a cold face!

“Stingy man!”

Shirley’s expression was a little lost.

Thinking that it should be a coincidence, she was being self–indulgent.

After all, Braden didn’t even care about her, so how could he remember the anniversary of her parents‘ death and bother to send flowers to worship?

now. What was

the car, just wanting to get

discovered that the route was

to Marriott

ahead intently, “You will know

with a cold delicate face, “Stop, I want to get out

for the fact that it wasn’t easy to take a taxi in the

as her, she wouldn’t have considered getting

the route was wrong now. Why did she feel he would do something to

“Sit down!”

gas pedal harder.

cars in a row.

doing? Don’t get me killed.

frightened that she leaned against the seat. And

armrest.

a lot of research on racing cars back. then. She

frightened.

are almost there. Don’t

cold face was expressionless. He continued to

car stopped at

this club. It was very high–end and had a strict membership system. Those

member of the club were

suddenly bring her to

“Get off.”

Braden parked the car, he unlocked the co–pilot’s

opened the

grabbed her wrist and said in

accompany me ”

divorced. Why should I

always on call as before, and said proudly, “My

for

“Deal!”

immediately smiled and said, “Mr. Stewart is really

to be his servant, standing by twenty–four hours a day to accompany him. And

better to ask for

the guidance of the waiter, the two came to the Night Bar on the top

entire club, and it only accepted the

from a distance that the laughter in the

Braden got in, all

guy rushed over, and he stared at Braden, “Braden,

friend who had played with him since he

child

exaggerated roat “What Braden not only came by himself

face was calm. He walked in and said meaningfully, “Since I’m invited, I will

she pretended to be a well–behaved wife and

the man obediently.

the money was one million a minute. So she naturally

box,

spacious. And the lighting was vague and ambiguous. She

the sofa, there were five or six men and women sitting. It was

with noblest temperament was a man and a woman sitting

crowd.

rimless glasses on his nose. He looked

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