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Chapter 2008 We Must Have A Good Talk
In Mary's villa at three o'clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Wilson was watering the flowers in the yard when two to three
black Mercedes-Benz stopped at the gate.
Several bodyguards got out of the car, walked to the Benz in the center, and quickly opened the door.
A well-dressed middle-aged man habitually leaned on a cane and came out.
Following closely behind was an extravagant-looking middle- aged lady. After she got out of the car, she glanced at
the villa with deep disdain in her eyes.
"It seems that your daughter is doing well in Coast City. She can even buy a villa!"
There was a strong northwest accent in her voice. Her face was full of arrogance.
The middle-aged man's face was stern, with an air of solemn and prestige.
This was Dorian Claymore, the leader of Claymore Group, the largest consortium in Southwest Somerland. The
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmiddle- aged lady beside him was his wife, Shaylene Lambert.
The accompanying assistant immediately approached Dorian respectfully. "Mr. Claymore, the address is correct.
Miss Mary lives here."
"Let's go. It's time to go in and have a good talk with
Camelia Wilson." Shaylene's mouth suddenly curled up into a cold jeering smile.
Mrs. Wilson's name was Camelia Wilson.
When Mrs. Wilson heard the doorbell, she thought that it must be a deliveryman. She did not check and just
pressed the electronic switch. The iron door slowly opened.
With a smile all over her face, she walked over to pick up the delivery.
In an instant, a cane appeared in front of her.
Something clicked in her mind as she started to panic.
Then, she saw the man's face.
It had been seven or eight years since they saw each other.
Her heart was beating violently. There was some inexplicable expectancy in addition to her panic.
At that moment, Dorian appeared in front of her.
At a glance, Dorian's appearance did not seem to be much different from how he looked back then.
However, time had left traces on him, after all. The skin on his cheekbones was slightly taut and sunken. His hair
had a patch of white.
The man's eyes were so cold that there was no emotion at all.
With just a glance, Camelia's heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.
Afterward, Shaylene's appearance instantly dispelled Camelia's original desire to speak.
She met Shaylene two years ago. At that time, the woman specially appeared to show off her power, claiming that
her daughter was going to marry into a big family in the South.
Shaylene was also taken aback for a moment when she met Camelia.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm'I thought that this abandoned woman was already dying of illness and old age.
'Alas, what I see here is a woman with grace and luxurious elegance. She even looks several years younger.'
There was a hint of anger in her eyes as she stared at Camelia coldly.
"Camelia, long time no see." Dorian took a look, his eyes darting around. However, he quickly calmed down.
A wry smile appeared on the corner of Camelia's mouth. She shook her head and said, "Sorry, who are you? Did
you come to the wrong place?"
Camelia’s methods seemed naive, but she just did not want to see the man she once loved appear in front of her
with his well-matched woman.
She remembered her daughter's advice.
This cruel man, who broke his promise at the beginning, could abandon both mother and daughter for the sake of
profit. There was no need to be polite to him.
"Camelia, why are you pretending? I must admit that you've changed a lot, but not to the extent that you can't
recognize us. I came to see you today because I have important things to discuss. Whether you welcome it or not,
we must have a good talk today!"
Shaylene suddenly became furious when Camelia dared to chase her away, and her face became arrogant.
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