CEO's Dumb Bride

Chapter 172 Battle

Chapter 172 Battle

"It doesn't matter. If you don't want to talk about it, you can find a way to spit out the asses you transferred," Francis said lightly.

Johnson couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"Is it proper for you to say that?"

"Johnson, this is not my words, and you should know that. You do not have to play a word game with me here. I have no recording." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Johnson's cigarette-holding finger paused a little. Since he got in the car, he had been very careful with his talking.

With Francis withholding, he did not say too many words. He only followed Francis.

He was afraid that Francis might have a recording pen in his pocket, if he leaked a word, he would not be able to get out of the Landau's house tonight.

Johnson did not expect that he should guess his mind so quickly.

He knew before that Francis was not easy to deal with, so in the past two years, he had been acting within the rules and dared not do anything reckless.

This time, he finally seized an opportunity, but was backfired.

Now, Johnson had to view this man from a new perspective.

He turned his head to stare at Francis. The smile on his face disappeared, and his short curly hair covered his sides, making his face look inscrutable.

" Francis Landau, I only have one question for you."

"Say it."

"Do you know anything about Lilian's family?" Johnson's voice was not the same as usual, less mild, more serious.

Hearing this, Francis frowned but did not answer.

Johnson waited for a few seconds and put on his usual smile.

Francis's silence let both sides know the answer.

He opened the car door, turned to Francis, and said, "Francis, if you want to be a good person, do it to the end. If you want to be a bad person, do it more thoroughly."

"Or else... You won't get anything."

That said, Johnson got off the car and walked away without looking back.

The sky was drizzling. In the light of the street lamp, it was like a layer of fog, and the entire city buildings were shrouded in that fog, hard to be seen.

Johnson's shadow stretched under the street lamp, gradually moving away, and finally disappeared.

Francis stared in the direction of his leaving and looked inscrutable.

With everything put on the table, the true battle had just begun.

...

Azure Shores.

Francis stood in front of the sofa, looking down at the girl on the sofa.

She curled herself up in a ball, her whole head buried in the sofa, hugging herself tightly, like a puppy dog in a sleeping position.

Lilian was not a deep sleeper. The moment the sofa sank, she woke up.

She looked back in panic and saw Francis. Then she sighed in relief, disappointment climbing up her eyes.

"Why are you sleeping here again?" Francis reached out his hand and touched her cheek.

Lilian stared directly at him, still maintaining the posture of curling up.

His fingers were a little cold. When they fell on Lilian's face, she cringed.

Francis slightly bent over and leaned in front of her, the faint smell of tobacco coming from his body.

He took her face in his hands and whispered, "Go to bed, okay?"

His voice was very soft as if he were coaxing a child.