t Kate Bennett's face terribly pale. She frowned even
her mother's hand in hers, she
successful, and Kate's
r of the hospital, a good friend of her father, in the past few days and promised that
peration, her mothe
allow herself to cry. She turned and walk
or of Heartf
out of the elevator in a daze, only to see several large suitcases were thrown out
as goi
eat faster, Belle rushe
Uncle Albert Morris' family was looking
rris was very excited, and her face, which looked like Belle, was full of greed
t this either.” Albert
o's there? Nicolas Mor
nding at the hallway. Her face was pale, and th
efore he came to himself and smiled awkwardly, "No
curved into
tem of the Morris family, the Morris family's property has always been handed down only to man, so
belong to me. Don’t you want to take it from me? Please leave now, or I
be scare
ours
always bee
father died just a few days ago, and they could not wait to invade her property,
feel it unacceptable, you can call the police. But when the police come, you will be the one who is driven out of the villa because of the trespassing. Hanna st
stood what a real s
heart, and her finge
middle of the living room. He had big eyes and
ather's picture. She felt a lump in her throat a
ked up her father's portrait and gently touched it. Calv
was unaware of her marriage with Calvin was in n
gtone of the mobi
lle picked
in my office. Calvin's deep magnet
Belle snorted in her heart, but a bright smile appeared on h
ud enough for everyone in the
quiet that even the sound of a needl
ustered heartbeats, and a disdainful sne
u want the divorce paper? Or you want to
ghtened, her face turned pale, and soon she regained her compo
that, she hun
amily changed, and jealousy
p ten influential figures on the world's wealth list. In A City, he wa
uldn't afford to o
n Belle and Calvin was titular. They had a
to Calvin intimately j
future. I'll help you if there is any difficulty because we are family.” Albert sm
and since we are families, think more about us if there are any benefits in the futur
sharp as a knife, a
't blame me for being merciless.” She held her father's portrait in both hands and looked at their eyes coldly. Her voice was stern. S
n the ground and held her father's portrait tightly. She took
d, and hatred
pression was so calm, and she felt powerless,
lly didn't have much energy to solve the problems now. It was not important for her and