His Dangerous Love

Chapter 55 He Watched Her Play Along



Chapter 55 He Watched Her Play Along

Chapter 55 He Watched Her Play Along

"It's because of Mia."

Brett replied evilly. "And your father is the one who killed Mia."

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Elianna snapped. "Those accusations are nonsense! And Mia..."

Elianna didn't know why Mia had died. The Gibson family had been evasive about Mia's death.

All Elianna knew was that after Mia's death, their two families had undergone tremendous changes.

There was no point in arguing this with Brett. Elianna calmed down. "What do you mean Jefferson knew... Mr. Gibson because of Mia?"

"You don't need to know much. The only thing you need to know is that if Mr. Larsen finds out you're Zack's daughter, you're going to end up in a bad way."

Elianna's breath caught in her throat.

Elianna didn't know if she should trust Brett, but she really didn't dare bet on it.

After thinking for a moment, she regained her composure.

"Tell me what you want."

Brett was still there pretending. "What do I want?"

Elianna saw right through him and said in a flat voice, "You didn't tell Jefferson about this because you wanted to control me and profit from it, right?"

Instead of giving Elianna away to another man for nothing, Brett might as well make some money out of her.

Brett had a shrewd glint in his eye. "Ms. Gentry, you're quite straightforward. Then I'll get right to it."

"Now that you're Mr. Larsen's woman, I don't dare to covet you. So..."

"How much do you want?"

Elianna interrupted Brett.

Seeing that she didn't want to be stuck with this, Brett simply named his price.

"20 million dollars?"

Elianna was staggered and a little annoyed. "That much?"

"Aren't you being with Mr. Larsen? I think 20 million dollars is not a lot of money for Mr. Larsen."

Brett leaned toward her. "Or is Mr. Larsen not serious about you?"

Elianna tried her best to calm down and acted cool as a cucumber.

"Give me a week."

"A week?"

Brett was disgruntled. "A week is too long..."

"Buzz-"

Elianna's cell phone on the table rang at the right time.

Elianna glanced at the screen and immediately picked it up, softly speaking into the microphone, "Jefferson, what's up?"

Brett was momentarily silenced and looked cautiously at Elianna.

"Now? I'll see you later, okay?"

Brett didn't know what Jefferson had said on the other end of the phone, only to see that Elianna was a bit bashful.

"Okay, I'm coming over now."

Catching a glimpse of Brett's expression out of the corner of her eye, Elianna continued her play and said to the quiet microphone, "Jefferson, do you..."

Elianna's voice stopped abruptly.

Elianna almost choked to death at the sight of Jefferson who had somehow appeared behind Brett.

Jefferson didn't make a sound. With a smile on his face, he crossed his hands in front of his chest, watching her play out her little scenario.

Seeing that Brett across the table had a puzzled look on his face, Elianna could only play along.

"Just give me a second. I'll be right over."

"What? You're already here?"

Elianna's eyes darted all over the place, and suddenly, with a surprised look on her face, she looked at the man standing behind Brett.

"Jefferson."

Brett was stunned. He sat rigidly in his seat and turned around stiffly.

The moment Brett saw Jefferson, everything went black before his eyes, and he unconsciously stood up.

"Mr. Larsen."

Elianna was afraid that Jefferson would pull the rug out from under her, so she quickly stepped over and took his arm.

With a flattering look, Elianna turned up her little face. "Jefferson, have you not eaten dinner yet? How about going grab some dinner?"

Elianna's soft, warm body pressed against Jefferson, her hand held by him. And she ran her fingers across his palm.

Jefferson looked at Elianna sideways, with a half-smile on his face.

Elianna looked like a puppy, who was afraid of being abandoned by her master.

If she had a tail, she would be wagging her tail by now.


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