Become Filthy Rich After Divorce

Chapter 703 What'S The Point Of Coming Back?

Chapter 703 What's the point of coming back?

The moment Pola returned to her office, she collapsed into her office chair, clearly feeling that Fabian

had completely lost his patience.

After all these years, the matter of her and him was once again brought to the surface, and it was not

for her to withdraw or to avoid it.

When Nellie came over, she saw Andre smoking, she went up and took the cigarette from his hand.

"You contacted Yupto and Bangon? Is something wrong?"

The air in the entire office froze in an instant.

Andre looked at her with hidden danger, Nellie felt nervous.

Without waiting for her to say anything to explain, Andre snorted coldly, "If you can't let go of him, why

did you come back?"

"Andre!" Nellie cried out.

Andre retracted his gaze on her face, "Get out."

Nellie stiffened.

Looking at his scarlet eyes, she continued, "He won't threaten you, you don't have to go to all the

trouble to get back at him."

"Get back at him?"

Andre laughed mockingly and coldly.

Such a cold mockery made Nellie only feel that her heart was stuffed with a big cotton.

"You think too highly of yourself. I won't do that for your sake." Andre relit a cigarette and took two

puffs.

As if she really had nothing to do with him anymore.

It was clear that she was getting the answer she wanted, yet at this moment Nellie felt pain in her heart.

She finally turned around, "Good to hear that."

She had made a fool of herself.

How could she think that he would make a move for her sake since he did the slightest movement?

Yet the moment her hand was on the doorknob, Andre opened his mouth again, "What if I did make a

move on him? What would you do?"

Nellie's hand froze. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Her back, violently, trembled lightly.

The moment she looked back at Andre, she met his penetrating gaze, causing her grip on the door

handle to subconsciously tighten.

She wanted to say something, but against the danger under his eyes, Nellie knew that she was still

impulsive, "You have become the president of VIG for many years, so you naturally know that there are

some things you can do and some you can't, these don't need me to worry about."

After saying that, Nellie pulled open the door and scurried out.

Standing in the corridor outside her office with a pale face, Nellie wanted to tell him many things were

not what he saw back then.

But it'd been explained so many times.

He, not once, believed in her.

So that even if she had just said that she and Sidney really weren't what he thought they were, he

would have taunted her as he always did.

He would think that she was deliberately leaving things out like that to protect Sidney, right?

Thinking of this, Nellie only felt her heart choking hard.

...

When she entered the lift, she met Pola, whose face was equally pale.

Ever since her return, Nellie had known that nowadays Pola was the most powerful special assistant

beside Andre, and she did not show her joy and anger.

It was the first time she had lost her emotional management.

"Miss James." Pola greeted respectfully when she saw Nellie.

Nellie collected her emotion. The painful colour under her eyes just now disappointed into thin air.

Nellie nodded, stepped into the lift, "You don't look well, what's wrong?"

"If you're not feeling well, take time off."

"Thank you, Miss James, for your concern, I am okay." Pola said in an icy demeanor.

Nellie nodded and said nothing more.

She didn't really have the heart to care more about anyone else right now, much less pry at Pola about

Yupto.

...

After spending three days in Ipswich, Alina had been taking Margot to meet key people at various

points, she was supposed to stay on for a few more days.

But she was very unwell.

"Are you alright, Miss Hughes?" When she came out of the building, Margot saw that Alina looked very

bad.

Alina waved her hand, her chest stuffy, yet just as she got into the car, she stumbled and prostrated

herself on the ground.

Her knee hit the rough ground, instantly breaking the skin, and the pain was so intense that Alina felt

nothing but pain.

"Miss Hughes." Margot, who was following behind, was shocked and went forward to help Alina up as

soon as she could, and saw that blood was flowing from her knee.

The moment she got up, Alina felt a sharp pain.

Margot panicked, hurrying to get tissues out of her bag to help Alina clean up, "I'll do it myself."

"I'll do it." The moment Alina reached out, Margot avoided her hand.

Alina was bleeding badly and Margot just wanted to stop the bleeding temporarily and then take her to

the hospital.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not stop the raging blood.

Alina, "I'll do it myself."

Taking the tissue in Margot's hand, Alina tried to press it to stop the bleeding, yet the blood, however,

surged and soaked the tissue.

Margot was alarmed, "Miss Hughes, go to the hospital right away."

"Okay."

Right now, there was no choice but to go to the hospital.

When Brandon was not there, Margot panicked, she had just got her drive licence and her skills were

not good.

But right now it was impossible for Alina to drive the car, so Margot forced herself to turn on the

navigation and started the car.

She was so nervous that her vest was sweating, but she still had to pick up speed.

As they had got to hospital, Alina was already passed out in the back seat, with a lot of blood flowing

from her knee.

"Miss Hughes, Miss Hughes." Hadn't she just broken the skin? Why was it like this?

The hospital got the news and urgently brought Alina into the resuscitation room.

It was at this point that Margot called Brandon with trepidation.

Within half an hour, Brandon arrived at the hospital.

Along with him, there was Chester.

Underneath his clear face, there was a panic that could not be concealed at the moment, as if

something had gone out of control from his hands.

Brandon stepped forward to Margot, "What's going on?"

"I don't know, Miss Hughes just bumped her knee and it kept bleeding." It was just a small wound,

wouldn't it stop bleeding if it was cleaned up well?

Alina's wound wasn't big, but she just couldn't stop the bleeding.

Looking back now, Margot's heart was still heaving violently.