On the ruthlessness, Sebastian said second, no one dares to say first.
If you are really at the end of your rope, all those words you just said will be honored.
Mrs. Keomany’s face suddenly changed and she slapped the table hard, “How dare you!”
“You can try.” Sebastian replied blandly.
In the end, Mrs. Keomany was defeated.
She couldn’t really try, what if something really happened?
It’s just a matter of helping to hypnotize a stinking old man, she’ll do it!
Mrs. Keomany stepped in and quickly took care of it all.
“Thanks a lot,” Sebastian said as he helped Old Mr. Jones prepare to leave.
“Wait, you haven’t told me exactly when you will divorce Bonnie.” Mrs. Keomany trailed behind her, “You’ve been stalling for a long time, don’t think I’m going to let it go just because you gave Bonnie away.”
She wants Sebastian to be a rebel!
“Soon, when the one-month divorce cooling-off period is up, I’ll pick her up immediately and take her back to Capital, then go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce papers.” Sebastian replied.
Counting the time, it’s only a few days away.
Mrs. Keomany felt like she had a new lease on life!
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When he returned home with Old Mr. Jones, Dzune immediately greeted him.
“Old Mr. Jones are you all right, what have you been up to, ouch, Mr. Grant your hand!”
Sebastian hid his injured hand back, “It’s okay, I just got scratched by the debris accidentally.”
“How can this be okay, we must hurry to treat the wound, or infection can be bad.” Dzune said.
Really relieved, Dzune then called Rupert and asked him to come and help dress the wound.
Rupert received the call, but just sneered, “Hurt, are you, badly?”
“Yeah Rupert, I just looked, the flesh on the palm of my hand is turning out, and there’s a spot that’s so deep you can almost see the bone.” Dzune replied.
“Looks like karma, took my wife to the island and locked her up, now she’s hurt, better just die, call me when you need a condolence!”
After saying this, Rupert simply hung up the phone.
Dzune called again, and Rupert stopped answering.
Dzune called Max again to ask him to come over to help with the clinic.
Max’s attitude is even colder than Rupert’s.
“Hold my sister in Muren City, we are not allowed to contact her, and she is not allowed to come out, when you do this kind of unethical thing, why do not you think of the price, and still want me to help with the wound, eat shit!”
This-
Hey!
Dzune couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.
Mr. Grant has changed so much recently and done so many puzzling things that people are not going to care about Mr. Grant anymore, right?
This is probably what it looks like!
Dzune had no choice but to find a random doctor to come over.
But because it is not too familiar with Sebastian, just the time to dress a wound, Sebastian again and again black face.
The doctor could not resist the pressure and hurriedly slipped away after a quick wrap.
Dzune went up to take a look and found that there was no bandage at all, and the edges of the wound were still exposed!
“Mr. Grant, why do you think this is necessary? If you just bow your head and say that you were wrong before, and then take the young grandmother and the others home, people will not target you like this ah.” Dzune said.
“I don’t need you guys to teach me how to do things.” Sebastian replied.
Dzune had no choice but to look at Old Mr. Jones, “Old Mr. Jones, say something.”
Old Mr. Jones leaned back on the pearwood lap chair, his tone was light, “What’s wrong with that, I think Sebastian is doing the right thing, those who are great, don’t need to explain too much to the people around them, you don’t understand because you can’t reach that level.”