My Wife Is So Sweet (Natalia Dawson) novel Chapter 444

Chapter 444 He Is a Bad Man

James hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't have so much for the time being."

"How much you have?"

"About 1. 6 million dollars."

"Give it to me first, and I'll deal with the rest."

"Okay! But..."

He paused and said in a worried tone, "Do you get into trouble? Are you sure you can handle it yourself?"

Victoria was slightly stunned and then burst into laughter, "Don't worry! I'm fine. I'll pay you back soon."

"There's no need. Take good care of yourself outside. Are you still angry with Dad? Is Charlie kind to you?"

Victoria didn't want to talk too much. She was afraid that she would not be able to calm down, so Victoria quickly stopped him.

"I am very good, brother. You don't worry about me."

"Well, that's good!"

"I have something to do. Bye-bye!"

"Bye-bye!"

After hanging up the phone, Victoria looked at the phone and was a little stunned in the car.

After a long time, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

A warm feeling rose in her heart.

After leaving the Stevenson Group headquarters, Victoria drove back to the hotel.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Victoria arrived at the hotel, she saw Bill getting out of the car.

"Hi, Mrs White. Mr. White asked me to follow you. If you need anything, you can tell me at any time."

Victoria glanced at Bill coldly.

"Tell him not to come here today. I don't welcome him!"

After saying, Victoria walked inside angrily.

Bill's face froze.

After a while, he touched his nose.

He would be the first to get hurt, if his boss and boss's wife had a bad relationship.

However, Bill did not leave. He called Charlie and told him what Victoria said. Then, he followed Victoria into the hotel.

After hearing what Victoria said, Charlie sneered.

He took a look at the information about the house that was sent to him just now.

Ha!

Charlie knew well.

That house was the residence of a famous painter, Nieff, Victoria's idol.

After the painter was dead, his house was auctioned off by his nephews, because the painter didn't have any descendants.

Victoria wanted this house so much, but no one knew what she thought.

Charlie sneered and threw the things aside.

But after thinking for a few seconds, he took it back and dialed Bill's number.

Check out when this house was auctioned.

Bill was stunned and did not understand what Charlie wanted to do.

As an assistant, Bill didn't dare to ask anything, and he could only follow the order.

Soon, Bill found out the house would be auctioned day after tomorrow.

Charlie frowned.

"Help me book the flight back."

Bill was shocked.

"Tomorrow?"

"Is there a problem?"