President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 754

“Got it.”

Sensing his displeasure, Donald’s heart quivered and he agreed respectfully.

Then, instead of going to the study, he took his coat and walked out.

Donald paused, he unconsciously followed Felix and asked, “Mr. Bissel, are you going out?”

“Yes,” said Felix tonelessly.

Then he said, “get a car ready, I’ll go out.”

Donald froze. But he caught on quickly and said reverently, “Yes, sir.”

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A black Rolls-Royce was driven out of the castle.

In a guest room in the castle, Bella was standing at the window looking through a telescope.

A faint sneer crossed her face.

She put down the telescope and tapped her fingers unconsciously on the windowsill. She thought, grating her teeth.

“Felix Bissel, quit pretending you are a cold fish!”

“So you’re not interested in women?”

“I defy you to stand my seduction. I’ve got everything under control!” She said inwardly.

Then she turned and walked out.

Katy was Bella’s personal maid now. She was at Bella’s service at the door.

Suddenly the door opened. She said, looking at Bella blankly, “Miss Collins, can I help you with anything?”

Bella looked at her and sneered.

“Yes, of course. I need you to do me a favor!”

There was a glint of malice in her eyes.

Then she walked out in high heels with her bottom wiggled.

Looking at the back of her departure, Katy was a little confused.

But she was only a maid. Bella Collins and Felix Bissel were her masters.

She wouldn’t have dared to defy them or meddle in their personal business.

So she had to lengthen her stride to keep up with Bella.

However, on the other side of the story.

At the prison gate.

“95201, you’re free now.”

The iron gate clanged shut, but Queeny didn’t look back. Her neat short hair made her face even paler and thinner. She smiled as she walked out of the prison gate.

The weather was surprisingly warm and sunny. The autumn wind was rustling and the sky was a brilliant blue.

The soft breeze blew the flowers off the Osmanthus fragrans, and the air was filled with pleasant fragrances of flowers.

Under the tree stood a tall girl about seventeen years old, wearing a black leather coat and a short skirt.

With her head down, she was about to light a cigarette with a lighter.

Perhaps the sound of the gate closing startled her. She put down her cigarette and looked up to see a woman walking slowly out of the gate.

“Queeny!”

She shivered and dropped her cigarette to the ground.

The next moment, she darted over and threw herself into Queeny’s arms.

“You’re finally free!”

Her eyes were red, and she was trembling with excitement.