Trap me in your love novel Chapter 42

Someone knocked on the door and said, "Mr. Mark, Carl said he was waiting for you in the side hall."

"Yes." Soon, he said to Jessie, "have a rest, and there are some clothes to change in the wardrobe. I will go downstairs."

After seeing Mark out, Jessie opened the wardrobe, dumbfounded.

There are so many dresses for today's party, both in spring, summer and winter. So, this is just a homewear, isn't it?

With a soft smile, she closed the wardrobe and began to clean up this troublesome room.

Otherwise, how could she live in this room...

In the side hall downstairs.

"Here you are."

Mark took the thing from Carl and looked at the jade pendant. He smiled with satisfaction.

"Where is she?" Mark asked

"Don't worry. She won't die."

Hearing that, Mark raised his eyebrows. Carl immediately explained, "She just had a bruise. Nothing serious. She was wearing an extravagant dress, as if she was wanted by everyone to know that she was rich. So I asked a subordinate to play the role of a homeless man who was flirting with a lady from a famous family, and got the jade from my subordinate. You know what? That woman is really a coward. She threw out all their valuables before he said anything. Ha ha, that's really a funny scene. "

There was no expression on Mark's face. He swore to himself that he would never meddle in other matters.

As for Ellie, he didn't care whether she was alive or dead. But because of Jessie, he had better keep her alive.

"Mark, your father just can't wait anymore? How dare he come here after killing you? He is not afraid of death. " Carl said, flicking the cigarette ash with his slender fingers. His peach blossom eyes were smiling. His tone was extremely relaxed and relaxed.

"Irresistible?" Mark sneered, "Carl, you have used the wrong word. If you could find a good Chinese teacher and teach you early, you would surely be good at Chinese. That old fox, he can only wait to kill me in order to prevent future trouble. If I don't have what he wants, will he keep me until today? "

"That's right." Carl nodded. He asked again, "by the way, when do you plan to cure your leg? The old man has been afraid that you are not lame. If you suddenly stand in front of him, will he be directly scared to death! Then we'll have less trouble. "

Carl was Mark's good friend. He was very worried when he saw Mark wasting time with his father. If it were him, he would have had a good fight with him.

He remembered clearly that Mark preferred sitting on a wheelchair rather than using his own legs. He was pushed on the wheelchair and he was just a normal person who was handsome and inhuman. However, he had to wear a disgusting false face to pretend to be disfigured

Carl couldn't figure out. Didn't he feel sad when such an ugly bag hung on him?

If he were Mark, he would rather die!

The most important thing for a man was his dignity!

Mark looked down and touched his wheelchair with a bloodthirsty smile.

"Hey, what's that look on your face?"

"It's nothing. I want to reuse it."

Reuse?

Who could use the wheelchair? It must be disabled!

Uh...

Carl's mouth twitched. The good play was about to begin.

"Master." A servant came over and bent over, "Mrs. Lan long is on the phone It's "space" number? "

"Space number?" Carl raised his hand, indicating that he knew. After the servant left, he asked with uncertainty, "who is your wife calling with? I didn't expect you to have such a powerful wife. You can't judge a person by his appearance, and can never measure a person by the water. "