All Novel Sweet
Chapter 290
Chapter 290
Chapter 290: Under Sixteen
Alva said. “You answer the phone.”
“Good,” said Hermione.
Jackson gives Alva the cart and pulls out his phone.
Seeing the name on the screen, he rolled his eyes and answered, “Hello.”
“Mr.Howard, I got it. That girl is the daughter of the Prosperity Group.”
Jackson squinted. “Prosperity Group?”
“Yes, it’s a food company.”
“Well, whatever she is, she will be.”
Just because she’s the daughter of a company owner doesn’t mean she can do whatever she wants.
“Just…”
‘What?
“The girl is not of age.”
Jackson clenched his phone and looked at Alva.
She was picking out food, looking earnest and paying no attention to him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, she is not yet sixteen.”
Under sixteen…
This is a really good age.
“Send me her profile and the profile of the Prosperity Group.”
“All right.”
Alva chose a few tomatoes and a few potatoes, asked the waiter to weigh them and put the price on the cart.
She bent over, her long hair sliding down with her bending, scratching
her face.
She had to pull her hair back, and one hand reached over to help her hold her long hair back.
Alva gave a meal, looked at Jackson, “All right?” Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.
Jackson looked at her tenderly. “IIMM.”
They bought a cart full of things, all for food.
Pay up and go back to Yoozy Bay.
Jackson told Alva to take a break and he cooked, but Alva wanted him.
to take a break and she to cook.
The two won’t give in.
At last they both went to the kitchen and cooked together.
Around the same time they were cooking, a number of reports surfaced online showing her and Jackson together.
Two people look at each other, two people talk, two people buy food,
two people walk together, many photos posted online, accompanied by
text.
The talented violinist and his wife went out shopping together, and the husband and wife were very good!
During the day, Alva was reported to have been beaten, and at night, Alva and Jackson were reported to have been happy shopping together.
Looks like one at the North Pole and one at the South Pole.
Bella smiled as she looked at the photos.
Uriah, you’re breaking up with me. Then what?
With Alva?
But look at Alva. how happy she is now.
Hehe…
Bella picked up the wine and drank it.
Deep night, The Flower of Liss.
The study.
Uriah sits behind his desk, cigarette in hand, looking at the computer.
Instead of a normal file, a file, it was a report page.
Inside was a photo, blown up to take up most of the computer screen.
And there’s no one else in the picture. It’s Alva.
She wore a white chiffon shirt with two buttons unbuttoned at the neckline to reveal her slender neck and looming collarbones.
Straight long hair tied at the back of the head, there is no excess broken hair in front of the forehead, clean and refreshing.
She turned her head slightly to look at the people beside her, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, the moon eyebrows stretch, the eyes gently smile, and fall full of tiny points of light.
It seemed that at this moment all her tenderness was given to the person in her eves.
Click, a cigarette falls on Uriah’s fingertips.
His dark eyes were slightly narrowed, always looking at the people in the photos, and the fog in his eyes disappeared with the fireworks.