All Out Of Love novel Chapter 8

The master was so rich that many people wanted to use luxury cars, mansions, antiques, paintings and beautiful girls to be related to him.

It was quite easy to understand these instruction books.

So when Boris saw Celia's picture, he was shocked.

"Is this from the Mo Clan?"

Boris couldn't read his mind, nor did he dare to do so.

The silent man suddenly took away the document from Boris's hand.

He said, "I want her!"

His voice was loud and firm, which shocked Boris.

"And tomorrow, I want those bastards to appear in front of me!"

Boris was shocked but immediately replied. "Yes, sir!"

It was almost noon when Celia woke up again.

Even she herself was surprised, and she often couldn't fall asleep even in the Mo Clan.

Instead, in this strange room, she had been sleeping for so long, and seemed to be very safe.

She walked to the window and opened it. The scent from the window blew on the table.

A large piece of fragrans forest came into view, which looked like a beautiful fairy under the light.

Celia was attracted by the dainty yellow color. She followed the fragrance and walked out of the villa.

In the breeze, the girl raised her head gently. The scarf around her neck was blown to cover the corners of her mouth. But her beautiful eyes closed showed that she was in a good mood at the moment.

She walked all the way, immersing herself in these exotic flowers. The fragrance of the breeze made her feel a sense of belonging.

It was familiar, cordial and yearning.

Grace, the housekeeper, came out and saw Celia touching the special flowers. Her face darkened immediately.

That year, a new maid broke the rules. She thought about watering the flowers here, but she didn't expect that Carlos was so angry.

"Fuck off! If you touch them again, be careful of your hands! "

Seeing what Celia was doing, Grace thought she was going to die.

Even though Carlos was really interested in her, he would not let her go easily this time.

"Miss." Grace hurried to stop her. Sweat began to break out on her forehead.

"No one is allowed to move here."

"What are you talking about, Grace?"

A low and displeased voice came from her back.

Celia turned her head and saw Carlos who was standing under a flower tree in the sunlight. She was shocked.

Since she met this man, she felt that she was very gloomy. But now, he was wearing a white shirt and light casual pants, light halo enveloping him, as if what he said at this moment was not so cold, and his whole body looked gentle and elegant.

Although Grace was a little surprised, she didn't ask about it.

"You get up so early." He smiled.

Celia's face darkened. She couldn't help but stutter.

"Just take a walk. I like the scenery here."

Celia paused when she thought of what Grace had just said. "Would you mind if I touch these flowers in your house?"

"Of course not." Carlos replied, but he still frowned. What's more, she might be wrong with the title of "your family".

"Nice view indeed."

Carlos approached her again, his dark eyes staring at her.

With her presence, it was in a different style here.

A gust of wind blew, and gauze towels appeared on her face, so hazy and intoxicating.

He bent down and gently kissed her.