Chapter 416
Chapter 416
After cklisting Harper, Preston threw his phone away.
Griffon, who was walking in from outside the manor, frowned slightly when he saw the phone on the
ground.
“You’re back.”
When Preston got up from the sofa and saw that Griffon was drenched, he asked worriedly, “Why are
you drenched like
this?”
Griffon didn’t reply. He took off his suit jacket and took the
towel from the servant.
Only then did he dry his hair unhurriedly and ask him, “Why are you at my house?”
Preston sighed and replied boringly, “It’s the weekend. I’m too bored, so I came to have a drink with
you.”
He nced at him coldly and said, “If you’re bored, go to Africa and take your fifth-oldest brother’s job.”
When Preston heard the word “Africa,” he felt his scalp go numb. “He may not be afraid of sunburn with
his thick skin,
but I can’t. My face is my capital. You can’t cut off my
livelihood, can you?”
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The main reason was that he didn’t like African women, unlike
his brother, who had a special taste preference.
Moreover, the work in Africa was tooplicated. Every time
his brother came back, he would lose a lot of hair. He didn’t
want to be bald…
Preston’s fifth-oldest brother: “You’re the one who’s bald. Your
whole family is bald!”
Griffon didn’t have much interest in dealing with Preston. He
dried his hair and went straight to the bathroom.
Looking at the lonely and cold back, Preston breathed a sigh
of relief and sighed helplessly.
In the past few years, Griffon had always been depressed. He had never seen him smile, and he didn’t
know when he could
let go of that woman.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the phone on the ground. It just so happened that an unfamiliar
number was calling.
He snorted. Harper must have found out that he had deleted her, so she couldn’t help questioning him.
When the call was about to end, he slowly picked up the
phone and picked it up. “Harper, you…”
Before he could finish his words, the other party interrupted
him. “Sir, do you want to buy a house?”
Preston, “……’
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Who leaked his number, and why did the sales call him?
Could the person who sold the house ask who he was first? Did he need to buy a house?
Preston was so angry that he hung up the phone. He walked to the wine cab with a cold face, took
a goblet, and poured red wine into it.
After drinking a few sses of wine, he was still angry. He picked up his phone and sent a message to
his friends. Then he got up, left the manor, and went straight to the nightclub.
When Griffon came out of the bathroom and saw that Preston
had left, he frowned and walked to the study on the second
floor.
He sat down at the desk, turned on theputer, and flipped through thetest financial data. Then he
couldn’t help
looking at the drawer next to him.
After looking at it quietly for a few seconds, he stretched
out his slender fingers, opened the drawer, and took out the golden bronze mask…
As his fingertip touched the mask, a scene from many years ago shed through his mind: embracing
her in bed as Greyson, entangled in passion.
The sudden recollection of this event brought back the pain that he had been suppressing, and it hit
him like a tidal wave, tearing at his heart and lungs…
He put down his mask, supported his forehead with one hand, and closed his tired eyes. He wanted to
forget the past, but his mind was full of her figure…
That unforgettable face drilled into his limbs and invaded every cell of his body, making him miss her
uncontrobly.
He couldn’t help but take out his personal phone and open the messages. Despite thousands of
messages, there was still no response, as if they had disappeared into the void.
He knew that she no longer used this number, nor would she reply or look at it, but he still sent her
messages out of habit.
After editing all the delusions in his heart into words, he sent
them out like before…
Although he would never receive a reply, this was the only way
for him to vent his longing…