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?

her now. What was she looking forward

outside the car, just wanting to get home

discovered that the

back to Marriott Apartments. Where are you

but looked ahead intently, “You will know when you

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

fact that it wasn’t easy to take a taxi in the villa area, and he happened to live

same place as her, she wouldn’t have considered getting in

the route was wrong now. Why did she

“Sit down!”

locked the door and stepped on the gas pedal harder. The car speeded up and passed

cars in a row.

doing? Don’t get

leaned against the seat. And her fingers

armrest.

also had done a lot of research on racing cars back. then. She had experienced

frightened.

almost there. Don’t

face was expressionless. He continued to

minutes, the car stopped at The Night

very high–end and had a strict

the club were all

bring

“Get off.”

the car, he unlocked the co–pilot’s

Shirley hurriedly opened the car door and

directly grabbed her wrist and said in an absolutely forceful tone,

accompany me ”

I cooperate

and said proudly, “My appearance

for

“Deal!”

and said, “Mr. Stewart is

willing to be his servant, standing by twenty–four hours

was better to

the two came to the

the entire club, and it only accepted the

from a distance that the laughter in the box was very

got in, all

he

good friend who had played with him since he

child

exaggerated roat “What Braden not

was calm. He walked in and said

didn’t understand the situation. So she pretended to be a well–behaved wife and

the man obediently.

a minute. So she naturally had to do her

the box, it

was spacious. And the lighting was vague and ambiguous. She thought she had come to a

were five or six men and women sitting. It was obvious that all of them were from rich families

man

crowd.

of rimless glasses on his nose. He looked elegant. His narrow, deep eyes showed

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