Pola didn't want to pay that much attention to Fabian.
She just calmly emphasized, "You should have said you had to go back to Ingford."
She felt she had a good life for now.
Fabian, "So, are you now telling me that the Williamson family really has raised an ungrateful woman?"
Pola shivered at the sound of his voice.
Sensing the mockery from Fabian, Pola closed her eyes, only to feel the kind of depression she felt in the Williamson family back then coming back.
That was a bad feeling.
Without much ado, she turned to her suitcase, rummaged through it before pulling out a card.
Walking up to Fabian, she smashed it on the coffee table, making a 'pop' sound, that seemed to indicate Pola's current anger.
Fabian frowned, and his gaze now had a cold intent.
Pola, "There's half a million in this card, and I'll put half of my monthly salary into this card in the future."
He said the Williamson family raised her, well, she did not care how much money the Williamson family actually spent on her.
And she was willing to spend her life paying it back, but definitely in her own way.
The look in Fabian's eyes at this moment was completely devoid of temperature.
Pola instinctively felt fear, but in the following it was completely suppressed.
And then she turned around, picked up her suitcase and headed out the door.
When she left, she took the room card with her, so within two minutes, the lights in the room went out.
The only light left was the faint spark of smoke held in his fingers.
Esme came over and then looked at the man sitting in the dimness from the light in the corridor and said respectfully, "Sir."
"How was it?"
"As you expected." Esme said, bending respectfully.
The air in the whole room at this moment was colder.
Everyone said that Fabian was a modest gentleman, but those who were around him knew what kind of a Satan he really was.
And all these years he seemed not to care about all and was bent on finding just one person.
But in secret, the Williamson family was turned upside down.
"Where is the person now?" After a long time, Fabian finally spoke in a cold voice.
Esme, "Five years ago, met with a car accident and was killed."
At his words, Fabian was full of hostility.
Those eyes in the darkness, usually so gentle, were now shining with a light of a beast.
He was dormant in the darkness of the night, one never knew what kind of dangerous attack would come next.
"Now, are we going to Shirling?" Esme asked.
Having just found out that Pola was about to fly to Shirling, Fabian pushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
He just said, "Call Andre and fire her."
Esme felt a chill ran down his back.
It was not that easy, right? What kind of impact will Pola have once she leaves Andre?
She was the right-hand woman in Andre's hands, so once she left Andre, even if Andre did not ask, those peers would definitely not dare to use Pola at will.
...
Alina had a restless sleep, and although she was too tired to open her eyes, she always felt that there were eyes in the dark watching her.
As the scent became more pronounced, she opened her eyes in the end.
"Ah!" The tall figure not far away made her scream out in fright while fumbling for the light.
However on reaching out she found herself surrounded by nothing, for she had slept on the sofa.
Subconsciously, she was going to look for her mobile phone, but the black figure came towards her, and Alina was even more frightened with a cold sweat.
"Don't you come any closer."
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