Reborn Hot Wife

William’s face did not move like a mountain, and his hand in his pocket was put down again, his eyes condensed in Mary KinsonMoM’s little face.

Mary Kinson’s voice sounds just like the death warrant for Jojo, who is dying on the ground from anguish.

She was afraid in front of William, and the terror in her bones was visible in her pupils.

“Save me, Brother William; she is a wicked person who poured drugs into my mouth and is trying to kill me!” Jojo tucked her fingers into William’s slacks and rested her face against his leg.

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She’s watching William to see what he’ll do.

Whit Ben approached Mary Kinson’s side, questioned Jojo on the ground, and inquired, “You actually gave her medicine and wanted her life?” in a low voice.

“She wanted my life first, can’t I give it back to her?” Mary Kinson asked, her eyes averted from his.

Whit Ben swallowed his saliva in secret: “However, it is now a lawful society. It is against the law to murder individuals. We should all strive to be law-abiding citizens.”

Mary Kinson’s eyes remained silent as she gazed at William.

“William saved me,” Jojo begged in pain as she climbed up William’s legs with both hands.

With one hand, William pulled his right hand from his pocket and unscrewed her.

Jojo sank to the ground again without the support, convulsing her body, vomiting something down her throat, and her eyes progressively becoming confused, but she didn’t scream for aid again.

Her brother William may now be on the verge of ruining her.

“Drive,” William said coldly as he bent back to the automobile.

Whit Ben, who was trailing Mary Kinson, gave Jojo a hard gaze on the road.

What can Jojo do if she truly dies?

“Do you need me to tell it again?” the frigid voice said as the back seat window of the black automobile rolled down.

Whit Ben awoke as if in a dream and rushed to drive back in time. “Do you really have to worry about Jojo?” he questioned as he walked away.

“Of course I’ll take care of it,” William says as his neck leans back, his black eyes slowly close, and his lips, which lend their own unique colors to the world and make it fade, slowly open and close: “Of course I’ll take care of it.”

“Then I’ll take her to the car,” Whit Ben said as he swiftly peered out and even prepared to help people.

“Drive, this is the second time I’ve said it,” William yelled angrily as he made a noise to stop it.

Whit Ben was perplexed for a moment.

He correctly got William’s message after weighing it several times and drove off the road.

Mary Kinson stared back as she watched the automobile go away.

She rode home after looking coldly at Jojo, who was in anguish, hooking her lips and sneering.

She can sleep soundly tonight with a tiny grin on her lips.

…

Office on the top floor.

William is seated at his desk, leaning back on his chair, holding a phone with one hand, and conversing with people.

“Many cooperative customers have ended their relationships with our Zeng family today. Do you have any idea what happened?”

“And Jojo traveled  in search of you. When she returned, how did she get into the ICU?”

“Don’t forget, William, that my father spared your life in the beginning so that you may enjoy today. If you refuse to assist us in dealing with these issues, you are too ungrateful…”

Whit Ben, who stood on one side, heard the voice on the other side, which was very loud, most likely due to fury.

William, who was frosty, seemed to listen patiently for a long time before lazily opening his lips and said, “Deal with it, of course.”

“When will it be dealt with?”

William finally stood up straight and retrieved the following document from his desk: “All of Zengji’s collaboration chains will be broken about this time tomorrow. I’ve arranged for other firms to dock with the companies with whom you previously collaborated, and they will then refuse to work with your Zeng.”

The eagle eyes are colder, as they say: “Even Jojo is a phony annoyance. She is expected to be released from the hospital tomorrow, but you must look after her and prevent her from returning .”

“Otherwise, I won’t allow her out of the ICU next time.”

Following the tale, the other end of the line remained stupid, and William hung up the phone.

Whit Ben lowered his eyes to the papers in his hands and murmured, “This is the data Yang Fei returned today, seven masters. Zeng’s family currently   is expected to call in.”

Whit Ben had heard about Zeng’s firm before, but he had never understood why the seventh master would look after Zeng’s family for so long.

Zeng’s demeanor made him question as well.

Even if Zeng’s father had saved the Seventh Master, the Seventh Master’s compassion would have been returned long ago after so many years.

If it weren’t for Jojo’s death, which broke the Seventh Master’s scales, their Ceng family could have been able to continue indefinitely.

“Remove all of Zeng’s family’s phone numbers, and there will be no need to contact them in the future.” William sat his phone on his desk and regarded the documents on the right side of his eye with suspicion.

The workload is certainly lot lighter than it was a few days ago.

He raised his eyes and swept them across the room. “Take a look at my excursion tonight,” Whit Ben stated.

With a shake of his head, Whit Ben said: “Tonight there will be no trip. At 6:07 p. m., you can leave work.”

Don’t get completely off the grid and look at seven ye personal, but there are no urgent documents to deal with right now.

“Hmm,” William said with a nod.

Abroad.

Jojo, who had been transferred from ICU, appeared to have returned from the underworld, lying dying in a hospital bed, her eyes frozen.

Everyone in Zeng’s family gathered at her bedside, partially out of concern for her health and partly to figure out what had happened to William while she was in Beijing.

“Little Joe,”

“Little Joe,” “What happened to you ?” Zeng Yiqiao asked softly as she perched on the edge of her hospital bed.

Jojo’s lips were pale, and she appeared to be on the verge of collapsing. He turned his head to face his father, but he couldn’t say anything.

Zeng Yiqiao hugged her and gazed at her, distressed.

Jojo’s phone rang at this point, and the number area above displayed Beijing.

Zeng’s mother was a little overjoyed with her phone. “It’s the number!” she hurriedly responded, thinking it was from William.

When Zeng Yi Qiao Song opened her daughter’s eyes, she saw that they had finally come to life.

“Give it to me!” Jojo exclaimed as she reached for it.

The light at the bottom of Jojo’s eyes suddenly dimmed after receiving the phone, and she was dying all over again. The phone was pressed against her ear.

From the other end, a slightly frightened female voice said: “Why did you return to Canada without saying hello to us, Jojo? What went wrong with you?”

“I don’t give a damn about my hypocrisy. You mention Mary Kinson to me, whether consciously or unwittingly, when you care for your family. Don’t you just want to get rid of Mary Kinson by using me?”

“My fate today is the portrayal of your future!” Jojo exclaims, her tone resentful.

Her heart flowed forth uncontrollably, and she abruptly hung up the phone.

Her terror of being overpowered by Mary Kinson on the highway is continuously replayed in her head.

Jojo curled up and gripped his knees, unwilling to speak again, while the fear lingered like sea water.

Eva Black, who had strangely hung up the phone, blinked and looked to Rose Kinson on the other side.

“Jojo doesn’t seem to have any effect on your sister, but she appears to be in a bad mood right now.”

Eva Black told Rose Kinson that since Jojo arrived, Rose Kinson had made her purposefully to makeJojo go to Mary Kinson’s difficulties.

“Didn’t you say Master Seven holds a particular place in Jojo’s heart?”

“Theoretically, it’s extremely unique.” “However, it appears like the Seventh Master is more devoted to your sister,” Eva Black says, perplexed.

Then, that end of Mary Kinson’s clenched Starbucks cup, she couldn’t help but push, until the coffee overflowed and warmed her hand, she said, and hurriedly set the cup down.

“Do you think you’re okay?” “What’s the matter?” Eva Black inquired, concerned.

“I am OK,” Rose Kinson said calmly as she brought out a paper towel to clean his hands.

Eva Black sighed softly and quietly: “Don’t be unhappy; I’ve got your back. We can always uncover your sister’s shortcomings, and we will absolutely let her leave the family and the Su family since I am in the family and you are in the Su family.”

Then, from behind, came footsteps.

Eva Black was taken aback.  She look up her phone with both hands and pushed it . “Who?” she asked as he looked around.

She took a step back from his guilty conscience when I spotted Mary Kinson  “Why?”

The lovely fox eye hooked a sleepy smile as Mary Kinson raised her phone: “I’d want to contact my sister. So I came over because I couldn’t get through when conversing.”

“It’s amusing that you can’t reach your sister. What brings you to me?” Eva Black averted his gaze and used his thumb to touch the lock screen button.

But, because he didn’t want to, the phone was straight siphoned away in front of the powerful wind.

“Hey, what are you doing?”  Eva Black snatched up her phone in a hurry.

Mary Kinson reached down and slipped away, picking up his phone and inserting it into his ear. “Sister, it is still very early to drive me out of Su Gu’s two homes with this trick of your two,” he said dimly.

Rose Kinson, on the other end of the line, has no choice but to hang up. “Sister, I only called my classmates to contact my sentiments, don’t think too much,” I say, feeling slightly disadvantaged and a little embarrassed.

“Hum.”  “Don’t play games with me; if you have any, please meet me. In the end, I’ll see who gets out of the house.”

“Get out of the family,” she said, her gaze turning to Eva Black.

Eva’s brows were light and narrow, and her eyes were progressively lit up with unmistakable fury.