Millionaire In Love With Me

The phone beeped a few times, and on the fifth, just when Nathanael Lora thought Vivian wouldn’t pick up, the call was answered.

“Vivian, Mud, where’s my wife?”

He cursed angrily as he took a big stride up the hill.

When he looked up, all he could see were steps that went up to a sea of clouds, and on either side of them were dense gravestones.

Nathanael Lora cursed, wondering what Vivian was doing bringing his wife to this hellhole.

“Your wife is on top of the hill, of course.” Vivian smiled, “President Nathanael, you still have twenty minutes.”

After saying that, Vivian directly hung up the phone.

“Fuckin’ hell!”

Looking at the phone that was hung up again, Nathanael Lora finally couldn’t restrain the anger in his heart and smashed the phone heavily on the steps.

The phone body split into pieces and splashed several meters away.

Even though he was furious, Nathanael Lora was concerned about his wife Lydia’s safety and was still puffing and panting as he walked towards the top of the hill.

The bodyguards and Margarita Jones, whose hands were tied behind her back, were also forcibly dragged up the mountain.

Margarita Jones since childhood martial arts training, but also born in the mountains, up and down the mountain for her is a routine, without even breathing.

Time passed, Nathanael Lora was tired, sweating, breathing, but still grunting and panting towards the top.

Vivian gave them twenty minutes to go up the mountain, Nathanael Lora panting and climbing, occasionally lifting his wrist to check his watch time.

Seeing that twenty minutes had passed and they had only climbed a third of the way up, he had to take his subordinate’s cell phone and call Vivian, but the other party didn’t answer.

Three calls in a row were made, and Vivian didn’t answer.

“Fuck, this God damn it!”

Nathanael Lora hand raised, want to slam the phone, that stand to see the side of the bodyguard mouth corner straight grin, careful and humble reminded, “Nathanael President, that is … my … My cell phone.”

Nathanael Lora glared at him and threw the phone to the small-inch bodyguard.

The afterglow glanced between, saw Margarita Jones behind, immediately an impulse, a kick to Margarita Jones, “dare to touch my wife, later let all of you die!”

He cursed, but he raised his foot to kick, but Margarita Jones a side, easily avoided.

Margarita Jones hair is disheveled, white and meticulous features are colored, the blood spilled from the corner of the mouth has dried, she raised her eyebrows and smiled, quite a kind of war damage makeup beauty, but the bones of a cold and arrogant, “Vivian said you have forgotten? Your wife is in her hands, do not want your wife to suffer, you can do it!”

“You …!”

Nathanael Lora gritted her teeth in anger, and almost didn’t breathe a breath of air.

A small inch bodyguard immediately placated Nathanael Lora, “the lady is still waiting for you, Nathanael president, we hurry up … hoo hoo … up. ”

A group of bodyguards were also tired and panting.

Nathanael Lora and Margarita Jones look at each other, two people who do not dare to give in, the atmosphere seems stagnant, and a piece of the side of the gasping sound, but inexplicably look some funny funny.

“I’ll wait for the day you beg for mercy on your knees with me!”

Nathanael Lora didn’t talk any more nonsense, climbing hard towards the mountain, all the way up the mountain climbing legs are sore and weak, pick up a leg are feeling with a lead like, heavy can not lift up.

I do not know after a few hours, a group of people finally got to the mountain.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Y Mountain is very high, the south side of the mountain is the cemetery, the other side of the mountain is open to the public, there are several pavilions and a very large rooftop on the top of the mountain.

The wind was howling at the top of the mountain. Nathanael Lora looked around and couldn’t find Vivian, so he called her, “Where are you?”

“Never mind where I am, you let Margarita Jones go to the front rooftop alone first.” Vivian said.