Become Filthy Rich After Divorce novel Chapter 890

Chapter 890 We're Going Home

Alina was crying, but now, seeing this scene, she was frightened and forgot to cry.

Caleb wiped his hands in disgust and walked up to Alina and held out his hand to her, "Fool, we're going home."

Fool?

That was the address he could call alone, since when could other people call her that? How dare he call her call with a humiliating tone?

The more Caleb thought about it, the more he wanted to beat that security to death.

When Alina saw Caleb coming back to pick her up, she turned her head to the side in a temper, looking particularly aggrieved.

Just now Caleb was yelling and scolding at her.

Caleb knew he was in the wrong.

He had already decided in his heart that she was fool who couldn't lie, and yet he had said that to her.

"I'll take you to eat something delicious, okay?"

Alina looked to Caleb.

Caleb sighed in his heart, it was true that for a foodie fool, giving her delicious food was much better than apologizing to her.

"Take you out for a pizza?"

Alina instantly had bright eyes.

Caleb didn't know why girls liked pizza, it was obviously just a big piece of pizza with some vegetables on it, but it still made them eat it so well.

Alina nodded, got up and placed her hand in Caleb's.

Caleb pulled her up and left.

Before he left, he looked menacingly at the security wailing on the ground, who was frightened by the look and subconsciously stepped back.

It was really awful.

He could not guess what was going on inside his boss' mind.

He had clearly abandoned Alina one moment but came back less than ten minutes later, and he was clearly the one who had made her cry but vent his anger on a bystander.

In short, it was his back luck.

...

Back in the villa.

The kitchen had pizzas ready and waiting for Alina, having called back from the farm.

Originally, he was going to take Alina out to eat, but now Caleb wanted to get back at somebody.

As for who the revenge was, it went without saying.

He had suffered a lot this time, and since Chester had to hide in the shadows, let him hide for the rest of his life.

"Is it good?"

At the table, looking at the way Alina was eating, Caleb asked with concern.

Alina nodded her head, and handed him a piece.

Caleb had a smile on his lips, "You eat, I don't eat."

He really didn't like to eat this stuff.

But looking at the way Alina was eating it, it felt different again.

The women who used to be with him were elegant eaters, cut with a knife and forked it with a fork.

However, Alina took a piece in his hand and gnawed on it.

But eating, that's what it takes, it seems, to show appetite.

The call came from Tomas.

"Sir, someone is trying to make a move."

"What do you mean?"

"I noticed someone had replaced your hair."

Tomas was careful enough to notice even this.

So...

"Then there's no need to do it." At this moment, Caleb probably already knew the answer.

So that comparative identification, to do or not to do, is really meaningless.

"What do you mean?"

"Call back those who are looking for Chester."

Tomas now understood.

The answer was already in Caleb's mind.

In fact, when she found out that the samples had been switched, he had the answer in mind.