Reborn Hot Wife

Mary Kinson, Jojo suspected, didn’t recognize it.

“The photo is a photo of me and William when I was a child,” she couldn’t help but speak loudly.

Mary Kinsonslowly lifted her eyes, and a sluggish light response spilled from his nose: “Hmm.”

“OK, I’ll tell you the truth,” Jojo said as she tucked the images away.

Mary Kinson leaned back half-way, her legs stacked, and her gaze was drawn to the lonely figure below her.

The person as a whole radiates a tranquil demeanor.

“I know that your engagement with William was simply decided by Grandpa  very early, and they have no real sentiments at all,” Jojo groaned, her tone proud.

Mary Kinson’s brow eye retains its coolness, allowing her to see through everything, including the icy and unachievable snow on the distant mountain.

“After all, we are now in the twenty-first century. Edmend Black’s set isn’t going to work. When two individuals are together, they still have to look at their sentiments, and William and I have known each other from childhood. It’s safe to say that we were childhood pals.”

Following that, a charming girlish smile formed on her face: “The most important thing is that William promised me then that when I grew up, he would marry me. I’ll let you know that Mrs. William is now mine!”

Mary Kinson looked at her blankly, picked up a cup of tea at just the correct temperature, and sipped it. “OK, I know,” the tone was light.

Is that clear?

“Then you promised me to leave William?” Jojo asked, her brows lightly drawn together.

“Did you ask me to make any promises?” “Didn’t you just come to inform me?” Mary Kinson asked, puzzled.

“I…”

Jojo was speechless for a moment: “Because I want to be with William, you must leave. Because of Grandpa ‘s engagement, you won’t be able to occupy William!”

“I don’t have the ability to occupy the Seventh Master,” Mary Kinson said, lowering her eyes and taking another drink of tea.

She maintains a faint face throughout the discourse, as if the Seventh Master has no power over her attitude.

This left Jojo unsure about where to go.

Her lips was tight and open, but she couldn’t think of anything to say.

Mary Kinson raised her gaze and placed the empty cup on the table. “Please go back if you are fine,” she said, her eyes frigid at the bottom.

“See off guests,” she said as he turned and walked out of the chamber into the passing servant door.

She descended the steps to the first-floor storage area. The phone in her pocket vibrated as she was going to dig out the tools to sort up the plants in the garden.

She looked at her phone, which she had taken from her pocket.

The fox’s eyes are chilly, and her chestnut pupils symbolize the jumping number of seven masters mentioned above.

She didn’t answer the phone until the last ring of the bell.

“Where?” said a mute male voice on the other end.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“Kinson family,” she says, her voice light and cold.

“Today, take a look at the home complex.”

“No.” “I don’t like the guests in the family complex,” Mary Kinson said gently.

At the other end, William’s brows gradually closed, and his frigid face was enveloped in a thick covering of cold awn.

Mary Kinson didn’t even wait for William to say anything before hanging up the phone.

The eagle eyes of William skimmed the cell phone screen. The angry color flowed between his ice eyebrow eyes when the call ended, and the chilly breath all over him sank fast.

Miss Kinson hung up on seventh master’s phone because Whit Ben was scared?

He drew his brows into a knot and bowed his head,

William simply put his phone aside and proceeded to deal with the documents, saying nothing and acting as if nothing had happened.

Ben, on the other hand, is baffled. Seven masters have recently appeared to be aberrant.

It’ll be here in a few days.

There are numerous items in the company. Yang Fei and Whit Ben practically worked overtime every day and didn’t get home until one or two a. m. when William was almost living at the office.

Only the three of them were processing documents in the top floor office, which had no one coming in or out.

“Seven master, you don’t have to look at the plan of Centennial Mountain, and you have agreed to collaborate with us there,” Yang Fei said as he sat on the sofa and bowed his body to sort through the documents.

“Hmm.” Under some cold tiredness, listen carefully to a deep icy voice.

Whit Ben Dun got to work, raised his eyes, and swept them to William, only to notice that his eyelids were a subtle shade of cyan.

Every day at a late hour, Whit Ben and Yang Fei return, but William is yet to return.

No one knows what time he gets home each day, how long he sleeps, or if he sleeps at all.

William was quite busy, yet he didn’t go to such a spot, as if he didn’t want to rest.

Whit Ben was engrossed in the world of research and analysis. “Someone knocked at the door,” Yang Fei said suddenly, giving him an elbow. “Go and open the door.”

When Whit Ben regained consciousness, he heard a knock on the door.

When he went to enter the office door, he was greeted by Jojo, who was dressed as a princess and holding a Japanese lunch.

My face was definitely unhappy when I noticed that the bearer was Whit Ben.

Whit Ben does not want to see her, and she does not want to see him!

“What are you doing here, Miss ?”

Jojo completely disregarded him and walked right in. He then placed his food on his desk and smiled at William.

“William, you haven’t gone over your house in a while. Is the business a hive of activity?”

William focussed on the materials, although he didn’t appear to be familiar with them. His strong knuckles gripped the nib and flew through the papers.

Jojo took a deep breath and put the lunch to his hand, oblivious to his MoMo: “Now it’s time to eat; this is the lunch I prepared myself. You should eat something first, then go about your business.”

When Bent pressed the page down, William’s hand came to a halt, raised a set of sharp, frigid eagle eyes, and stared coldly at Jojo.

Jojo wrapped his arm around him, promptly pinched his skirt, and greeted him with a fierce smile.

“William…” Jojo’s voice trembled.

Hua-

William got up and walked over to Jojo. His tall figure crossed in front of Jojo like a flat city wall, and the pressure he exerted on her was not a fraction.

“Have you gone to Mary Kinson?” said a frosty voice.

“Well, I went to find her, but she doesn’t seem to care about you at all…” Jojo’s heart blazed with fire as she mentioned Mary Kinson, which converted into confidence so she could stalk her neck in front of William: “Well, I went to find her, but she doesn’t seem to care about you at all…”

“I told you not to harass her,” William said, his eyes drooping and his voice chilly.

Yang Fei couldn’t help but lift his eyes and glance at the two persons , despite the fact that he was still dealing with documents.

“Don’t leave yet,” Whit Ben said, picking up the document and winking at him

Yang Fei nodded knowingly and followed the documents out of the office.

The enormous office is encircled by thick glass, and the bright light is transformed into light reflection, making the space feel less empty.

Like a stone statue in a temple, the man in front of him is broad-shouldered and cold-faced. His dark hair is melted slightly by his chilly eyes, making him dense and cold.

Jojo was terrified of him and enraged by him. There was water vapor in his eyes, .

“She is your finacee, I’m so pissed off”