Amelia Bright clenched her chain and stood straight, she looked coldly at the panic-stricken duo in front of her, despite her slim figure, she was imposing and snickered, “Do you two believe that people can come back to life after death?”
A word, let Liam Gellar and Stetson Madden two people’s pupils shrink violently, frightened a million.
At this moment, Amelia Bright looked at them with the eyes of a ghost, deep and cold.
“Don’t you pretend to be a ghost!” Stetson Madden panicked, clutching Liam Gellar’s sleeve and hiding behind him, “What the hell are you doing?”
Liam Gellar looked at her without moving, as if he could see another person in her face, and asked in a shaky voice.
“Who the hell are you?”
Hearing these words, Amelia Bright sneered, “Qingcheng asked me to give you a message, everything has its cause and effect, it is not the time for retribution, I’ll take her things away.”
After dropping these words, she left the lounge, a sound of tables and chairs scraping on the floor behind her was particularly piercing, accompanied by the sound of Stetson Madden exclaiming.
The man and woman seemed to have gotten so scared that they both fell down.
The man she had loved for three years was such a piece of trash, and now she thought she had really been blind.
She walked out of the lounge shortly after carrying her skirt, and a cold voice came from behind her.
“Amelia Bright.”
The black axle of the bonsai was exposed at the corner, and the handsome face of the man was hidden in the green leaves and flowers, not knowing how long he had been waiting here, and now his figure was gradually revealed.
Amelia Bright’s back stiffened and she paused for a few seconds before turning around and forcing out a smile.
“When did you get here, why are you here?”
Farren Austin sat in his wheelchair with his arms folded, his expression extremely cold, and did not answer her question.
“If I remember correctly, this is the first time you’ve met Liam Gellar, but you’re showing too much hostility towards him.”
Amelia Bright shuddered. The man’s gaze was dark and deep, and with just one glance, it looked like he was looking into her heart, “So who are you, really?”
After a few seconds of silence, Amelia Bright gradually relaxed the fingers clutching her skirt and said in confusion.
“What do you mean by that? Of course I’m your wife Amelia Bright, who else could I be?”
Farren Austin was clearly not convinced, and his already cold face was gradually coated with a layer of coldness.
Amelia Bright pinched her palm, and the pain made her eyes turn a bit red with aggression, “Liam Gellar has been looking down on me since just before we entered the ballroom, I am at least your legitimate wife, but in front of so many people trying to make me look bad, should I still give him any good face? ”
This is half anger, half aggression, from the point of view of women are cautious is not wrong.
Farren Austin looked at her with a torch-like gaze, without saying a word.
“Also, his fiancée’s corpse is not yet cold to marry a new lover, outside the news heavy reward here but in the wedding, enough to show that he is a man greedy two-faced three knives, and he took a pair of unknown origin of the painting to grandpa, if something happens to the Austin family’s political enemies that is a rare good handle, he so again and again to the The Austin family has been tripping up, grandpa is pissed off, I’m just scaring him out of it.”
The Austin family is a big family in front of the rise and fall of honor and shame are not enough to mention, Ye Qinghua’s words are pinched seven inches, although some answer is not the question, but enough to make Farren Austin temporary distraction.
Farren Austin frowned thoughtfully.
Half a minute later, he glanced at Amelia Bright, and his tone was indifferent, “You’d better really think so.”
“Of course I do.”
Amelia Bright’s eyes were full of frankness, and her eyes flickered
“Let me push you to the front room, it’s been so long since you showed up, Mom and the others should be worried about you.”
“No.”
Farren Austin avoided her outstretched hand, the wheel spinning with a slight rattle, brushing against her skirt.
Watching his back fade away, Amelia Bright’s breath finally eased, the sweat on her palms already cold.
This Farren Austin is really not easy to deal with.