The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 473

He didn't finish his sentence, but Tara understood.

If Simon didn’t love her, Griffon would have dealt with her long ago.

Even though Tara was so angry that her face turned pale, she also felt a chill in her heart.

If he were to find out about what happened back then...

She didn't dare to think about it, nor did she dare to continue kicking up a fuss in front of him.

She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and stared angrily at the Koenigsegg as it drove into the minor.

She couldn’t let him find out about the past, but she took advantage of his weakness.

Soon, he would pay the price for going back on his word.

Griffon returned to the villa, took off his coat. He handed it to the servant and ordered him to fetch a bottle of disinfectant.

The servant quickly got the disinfectant. After Griffon took it, he sprayed it on the finger that Tara almost touched just now.

After disinfecting himself, Griffon walked towards the study. He opened up his drawer to sort out some work-related materials.

When he saw his personal phone, his heart felt suffocated. A painful choking sensation took over him, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He took a deep breath. He grabbed the mobile phone, opened it, and stared quietly at the only name in his contacts...

She had complained that he didn't even save her phone number, but nobody knew that he had already memorized it.

She was the only contact on his personal phone, too.

Griffon squeezed the phone, tightening his grip little by little, and finally released it reluctantly...

A gentle voice was heard from the other end. "I should be the one asking you that, Griffon."

Griffon' face was frosty like snow. He was expressionless as if he didn't want to say a word to her.

The caller was familiar with his personality, so she didn't beat around the bush and directly began negotiating. "If you want me to return to the country and help your people restore their skin, then promise me one thing."

Griffon' gaze revealed a look of disgust. "You can have as much money as you want, but don’t negotiate with me.”

The caller smiled, but her voice was still gentle and soft. “That’s fine. Either way, the only person in the world who can fully restore their skin is me. We can talk about it if you want, but if you don’t then forget it..."

She wanted to hang up the phone, but Griffon suddenly piped up in a bland tone. "What’s the condition?"

She revealed a grin. “It’s simple! Give me three years to try and win your heart."