Billionaire's One Night Stand

Chapter 216

"That's not a big deal." John walked up to her and said coldly, "Miss Dior, last time you brought people

to the Florum Hotel to besiege our Young Madam. It's not that President doesn't know that he doesn't

have time and he doesn't want to waste on people like you who don't have high status."

Dior seemed to be humiliated, and his eyes widened little by little. "I, I'm not qualified..."

"The Dior Family is no match for the tip of the iceberg of the Aman. No, President has ruined your Dior

Family. It's just a matter of a few words for him." John stood in front of her with her hands clasped

behind her back and said, "Some people don't cherish life, but come to die. Do you think President is

really a gentle gentleman?"

Dior's eyes were trembling.

"Miss Dior, you think that Mr.Aman promised to have lunch with you last time, which means that he has

a good impression of you?" John pushed the frame of the gold rimmed glasses. "Wake up. He is giving

your father a little face. But now, you have used up the face of your father and the Dior family."

Dior had never been belittled like this.

It was just like the dignity she had always been proud of. When she stepped on the ground, she was

laughed at mercilessly.

- laughing at her self-sentimentalness! Sometimes, a man's smile and a look didn't mean that he had

feelings for you.

No." Dior shook his head. "No, I'm so beautiful and charming. Aman won't look at me without looking at

me. I won't..."

"Miss Dior, you are beautiful and have a good figure." John glanced at her. "But President Aman's

spiritual world is even higher. The beauty in his eyes is not only beautiful, but also a beautiful heart,

which can touch the cold heart of the woman."

"No..."

"You don't have a chance." John said, "No, in fact, you haven't had a chance for a long time. There is

only one woman in President Aman's heart from beginning to end, an irreplaceable woman.""

"It's Chloe?" Dior couldn't figure it out anyway. "No, why did she..."

There were so many socialites and actresses who loved him at home. No matter where they came from

or what background they came from, they were all better than Chloe.

Why Chloe?

"You don't have to know this." Of course, John would not tell her about Aman and Chloe. She didn't

deserve to know. "President didn't argue with you before. This time, you dare to hurt our Young

Madam. President has already said that Miss Dior, you are finished."

The last sentence was as cold as a knife!

"What do you want to do?" Dior shouted. "If I die, my father won't let Aman off..."

"Your father?" The corner of John's mouth finally revealed a trace of sneer. "Does he think that General

Manager Aman doesn't know about his cooperation with the Nangong clan?"

Dior's face turned pale again.

"Your brother is a smart person." John narrowed her eyes. "After he was disabled, he kept a low profile.

It's the wisest way to not make things big with the media. After all, it's better to become a dead person

without a man's function, isn't it?"

"You... It's really you, you..."

However, although her brother didn't explain, she and her father also guessed that it was Aman who

hurt Fredrick because he abducted Chloe that day...

John said, "Otherwise, do you think that nothing will happen if you take our Young Madam away?"

Dior's face turned pale again.

Like lime!

"President is an indifferent person, but he will always maintain some gentlemen's manners." John said,

"But if you step on his bottom line, whether it is a man or a woman, he will not show mercy!" "Ha, ha,

ha!" Suddenly, Dior laughed wildly. "For Chloe, is Aman going to kill me? Where did he see Chloe?

Was he blind?"

"Keep your mouth clean!"

The bodyguard next to her immediately slapped her in the face.

"Ah!"

Dior's face turned to the side, and his hair was messy.

Unlike Zoya's hands, these bodyguards slapped her in the face, and her lips were bleeding.

"In this world, no one more qualified to marry President than Young Madam." Thinking of what Aman

said in Emperor Group, John's face darkened again. "President will only marry Young Madam in his life.

You are looking for death this time!"

"What... do you want to do..." Dior covered half of his swollen face and said timidly, "I just got someone

to beat Chloe, and she didn't die..."

"If we didn't come in time, Young Madam wouldn't have been able to leave alive, would she?" John's

voice turned cold. "If that's the case, Miss Dior, don't even think that you'll be fine."

"How dare you!" Dior shouted.

John took out a gun and pointed it at a hatchet man in front of her

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!

He fell to the ground and died without a sound.

Dior's legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

"Do you think there's anything that President doesn't dare to do? You hurt his wife, and it's no longer a

matter of giving you to the police to relieve your hatred."

She handed over Dior to the police because Chloe was not dead. It was estimated that it was

impossible to sentence her too much...

Looking at the dead hatchet man, Dior began to tremble. "No, you can't kill me. I am the daughter of

the Dior family, and Chloe is not dead. You can't kill me..."

"If you don't have Mr. Aman's words just now, Miss Dior, I will not hesitate to let you die." John said in a

low voice.

All of a sudden, she felt a chill in her heart, and her pupils gradually dilated

"However, Mr. Aman didn't say that he wanted to keep these two people." John turned to another

hatchet man and pulled the trigger directly.

The other hatchet man also fell to the ground silently.

"President has always hated gangsters. If he hadn't touched his bottom line, he wouldn't hurt innocent

people like gangsters." John said, and then changed the topic, "Of course, such people who follow

Miss must not be good-for-nothing and their hands were stained with blood, so there is no need to keep

them."

"No, don't kill me..."

"Don't kill me..."

Dior kneeled on the ground, trembling all over.

"Kill you?" John smiled and said, "Mr. Aman you're better off dead than alive. I don't dare to violate his

order to kill you, although it's the simplest thing to kill Miss Dior."

The door was closed.

There were four bodyguards standing in the room, and there were still people guarding outside.

Dior said, this breeding farm seemed to be on vacation today. There was no one here, and no one

would notice the death of someone here for a while.

John walked to the window next to her, looked at the outside and said, "But the female reporter's

proposal is good. You really should go to jail. President said that you'd rather die than live. I think of a

place that is very suitable for Miss Dior to go."

Dior's eyes were getting bigger and bigger.

"There is a black prison in the world. Men and women can't go back to their own country in that country.

They will be locked up in that prison until the prison is over. However, the people who go in generally

won't come out alive." Speaking of this, John smiled. "Because it's a place where even the prison

guards dare not to approach. Only the army is suppressed outside, the escaped prisoners will be shot

directly. Some prisoners will die in two days and only their bodies will be thrown out. It's said that in the

case of excessive thirst and lack of food, There are also cruel phenomenon of eating people inside..."

With this, John walked toward the dead faced Dior. "Miss Dior, what do you think will happen to women

in such a prison where men and women are mixed? Slaves are at least the least. It's a place where

people feel it's better to die than to live."

"No, don't..."

Dior trembled, and his fear was beyond description.

John looked at her and said, "President said that you'd rather die than live. I think it's most appropriate

to throw Miss Dior into that prison."

Dior crawled over and grabbed the corner of John's pants. "No, you can't do that. I'm a daughter of a

wealthy family. You can't send me to that kind of place..."

"You want to kill our Young Madam? That's what you're going to end up with."

"No, no!"

John squatted down with one knee bent and looked at her embarrassed face.

"But before that, want to ask, is there anyone who incited you to take away our Young Madam?"

"I, I, I..."

Dior's face was pale.

At this time, if her parents asked her to kidnap Chloe, she would probably give it out.

Unfortunately, at that time, Kate's words were too clever. When she was stimulated, she also said that

she should stop first... In short, it was Dior who knocked Chloe out and took her away.

"The Zack reporter said that our Young Madam didn't show up in the cemetery." John continued, "It

seems that someone wants to dig up the tombstone of Young Madam's parents. This should be the

matter between Bishop Family and our Young Madam. Why does Miss Dior go to the cemetery?"

"I heard that Kate said that she had a plan, so I went there with her." Dior immediately said, "Yes, she

also wants to deal with Chloe...!

Even if he had to die, he would like to drag Kate with him.

It was not surprising for Kohn, because Zoya had also mentioned this question.

"Then what's your idea to take away our Young Madam and give her to Zayn?" John looked coldly at

the woman who was holding her foot.

At this time, Dior's usual air of nobility had completely disappeared, and the Polar Ground was lying on

the ground in a mess. "Yes, yes..."

"Don't lie." John said again, "If you dare to lie to me, I will let someone cut off your tongue first."

Dior was scared half to death. "It's... Chloe, she's the one who pissed me off first!"

"Then it's your idea to take away our Young Madam and kill her, Miss. Dior, isn't it?" John said, "You're

bold!"

"Then today's ending is what you deserve." John stood up and said to the bodyguard next to her, "Take

care of these two bodies. As for Miss Dior, send her to the most suitable place." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"Yes."

The two bodyguards lowered their heads.

In the end, she was escorted into the car with a black bag covering her head.

In the hospital.

Aman stood outside the operating room.

The light in the operating room went out, and the nurse pushed Chloe out. The doctor wiped his sweat

with a trembling face.

Amam walked to the bedside and looked at the pale-faced Chloe. "How is she?"

"Mr. Aman," the doctor said cautiously, "Miss Chloe is fine, but she has lost too much blood. She is

bleeding now, so it won't be a big problem for her to recuperate for a month. As for..."

Aman held Chloe cold hand tightly... He did not ask the question that he had expected.

The doctor lowered his head and said, "As for Miss Chloe's child, she can't keep it. It's too early in the

month, and she might have been pregnant on the way... Just now, she has been in the operating room.

She has been recuperating for a while. Miss Chloe is still so young, and she can still be pregnant in the

future."