NovelStartChapter 812 Eloise Was Pissed off "For a while," the bodyguard answered.
When Claire was hesitant, she saw Finnley walk out of the study, striding towards her.
"Finnley!" She put on a worried look.
When Finnley got closer, she took his arm.
"Why? Anything wrong?" asked Finnley leisurely, "Have they arrived?" "Mr. Powell's granddaughter is so hateful!" Claire complained while dragging him forward, "She found your bedroom, lay on your bed, and insisted on meeting you in person.” Finnley's eyes became icy. He gazed at her in silence.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtClaire could feel a chill. 'Ha ha... He's mad.’ Suddenly, Finnley quickened his pace.
Claire had to let go of his arm as she couldn't walk so fast. However, she expected how things would go next.
Shortly after, Finnley arrived at his bedroom, which he hadn't entered for years.
However, it still belonged to him.
He pushed the door open and entered. Seeing a trembling bulge on his bed, he confirmed someone was hiding there.
"Get out!" Finnley hated his private space to be intruded on, his face dark, not to mention the girl was hiding on his bed.
Blanketed by the quilt with the warm sunshine smell, Mya laughed so hard that she couldn't help trembling. She could tell how annoyed Finnley looked without checking on him.
However, she ignored his order.
"Are you deaf? Get off my bed!" Finnley was indeed angry, almost exploding.
However, the girl seemed unwilling to get off.
Finnley failed to repress his anger, bent over, grabbed a corner of the quilt, and lifted it fiercely. The quit fell to the ground.
Mya bounced up. "Ha ha ha..." Finnley was taken aback, and she pounced at him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBy instinct, he held her in his arms. Mya wrapped her arms and legs around his body. "Why are you so mad? | only lay on your bed for a while. Why did you toss the bed to the floor?" "I didn't expect to see you here." Finnley was surprised, a smile blossoming across his face. "You said you couldn't make it earlier. Why didn't you call me ahead of time? You scared me." "I couldn't make it for real.” Mya pinched his ear. "But on the way to my grandfather's birthday banquet, | was told he was your grandfather's colleague in the military. They decided to celebrate their birthdays together.” "Are you Mr. Powell's granddaughter?" "lam." Finnley was shocked and delighted.
At the door, Eloise watched the scene from the crack, feeling jealous.
She felt indeed reluctantly.
After learning Mya was Mr. Powell's granddaughter and seeing how much Finnley liked her, Eloise had a sense of crisis.
She turned away, leaving the room full of happy laughter behind.
Eloise saw the elegant woman entering the living room on the first floor, so she trotted over. "Mrs. Russell," she called.
Violet smiled at her. "Yes, Eloise?" "Mrs. Russell, Mr. Powell's granddaughter is Finnley's so-called girlfriend." Eloise was anxious. "I heard the old Mr. Russell suggest Mr. Powell introduce his granddaughter to Finnley." Seeing how anxious she was, Violet consoled her. "Don't cry, Eloise. Or your makeup will be ruined. Some reporters have arrived in the yard." However, Eloise had lost control as she was too agitated.
"They are even acting in your house. They've gone too far," Eloise emphasized, "Mrs. Russell, | don't think they are truly in love." "Eloise..." "He's been single for many years." Eloise was puzzled. "Once | found him, he immediately declared he had a girlfriend. It's absolutely an excuse as he doesn't want to get married so young. He used such a lame excuse to reject me." "Wait, Eloise." Violet studied her expression. Holding her shoulders gently, she asked, "Have you seen something?" "Please follow me, Mrs. Russell." Eloise held her hand, leading her towards Finnley's bedroom.
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