I'm richer than my billionaire ex-husband novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707 What people fear most when they are about to die

Shirling was quiet again.

Before Andre left all the explanations to Pola, Pola remembered clearly. As Andre had just left, she was caught in an overtime work.

She had been with Andre before, she knew his style of doing things.

But these things, after all, were not something she had dealt with before, so this whole day had left her back tingling from sitting.

Her phone vibrated, it was a call from Ingford, "Hello."

"Miss Johnston, it's me." The voice of Esme came from there.

Pola subconsciously wanted to hang up the phone.

However, before she could hang up, Esme said first, "You'd better not hang up, I have a few words of reminding you."

"What?"

Pola's tone was colder.

Esme, "If you don't come back, Mr. Williamson won't be able to rest, we have found out everything about you and Mr. Francis."

"..." A cold light appeared under Pola's eyes, and even Esme, who was on the other side of the phone, felt it clearly now.

Without waiting for Pola to say anything, Esme continued, "Mr. Francis helped you before."

"..."

"Mr. Williamson said that you should not want Mr. Francis to lose anything because of you."

"He threatened me?" Pola clenched her hands into fists, the cold light under her eyes blazing.

Esme, "Do I need to prepare a special plane for you?"

She was assertive.

They had been refused by Andre, so they were now coming straight to Pola.

At this moment through Esme's breath, it seemed that Pola could feel the threatening toughness coming from Fabian.

Pola, "Give me a month."

"Miss Johnston, I am afraid that..."

"If he doesn't agree, just come at me." Pola was now really angry and hung up the phone.

How could she possibly go back to Ingford now?

Now that such a big thing has happened to Alina, most of Andre's thoughts must now be spent on Ipswich.

Even if he was eventually back, he probably would not be able to come to the office very often, at least for the last month, and she could not leave.

...

Fabian had returned to Ingford.

Esme hung up the phone, only to see his grim face in the dim space, he had heard the contents of the phone call just now.

Respectfully, Esme stepped forward, "Sir, Miss Johnston said it would be a month before she returned."

It didn't work.

Esme could see what Fabian was probably thinking and continued after a moment's thought, "A lot of things were still unclear back then."

"I'm afraid you can't push too hard."

"You're saying I forced her?" He looked sharply at Esme.

The kind of harshness made Esme avoid at a glance.

Esme, "No, no, I mean that person is dead, and a lot of things are still unclear, I'm afraid..."

Receiving this gaze from Fabian, Esme lowered her head in fear, not daring to continue.

"Send her a message, if I can't see her in a week, then VIG..."

Esme stiffened, "Mr. Francis..."

"Go."

Esme wanted to say something else, however Fabian had absolutely no intention of continuing to listen now.

The last time Chester and Andre went against each other, Andre was able to survive from the hands of the furious Chester.