FreeNovelWith the evidence provided by Bonnie, Ms. Michelle just planted all the evidence does not stand up.
She glared indignantly at Bonnie, then flung her handbag to the bodyguard, "There's a card inside, no password, deal with it
yourself."
The bodyguard listened to the order to do the job, without saying a word, took the handbag, covered the wound and turned away.
Laila also tried to stop him.
"Miss Russell, take it for what it's worth." Bonnie reminded her gently.
Although she helped Laila avoid this, it does not mean that she can always help Laila.
If Ms. Michelle is angered and is then set up, there is nothing she can do to help.
Laila snapped out of her brief rage, took a deep breath, and gave in.
With that, Bonnie was invited, "I have a dedicated lounge, your dress is stained with blood, go get a new one."
"Yeah." Bonnie nodded and followed Laila off quite frankly.
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Before he left, he still forgot to look at Ms. Michelle, with a faint smile on his face.
Ms. Michelle, on the other hand, was grimacing.
Instead of establishing her authority, she almost lost face at the reception.
It's all thanks to Bonnie!
But the good thing is, not everything is not going well.
After seeing Bonnie and his mother on opposite sides with his own eyes, William's face changed a bit more.
The eyes that looked at Bonnie's distant back were complicated.
This small change means that the beautiful mirror of Bonnie in William's heart is beginning to quietly crack.
The plan to eliminate Bonnie has made sprogress, and Ms. Michelle is not so angry.
At this end, Bonnie followed Laila into the private lounge on the second floor.
About twenty square feet of the lounge, three sides are through the roof closet, which is full of clothes of all colors.
Evening dresses, professional suits, and even casual wear, matching bags and shoes are hanging on the side, all neatly arranged in
separate categories.
As a result, Laila is a regular at all kinds of parties and even dinner and drinks at City B.
Such a person was originally in the business circle of City B to make a good living, only to meet Ms. Michelle, an unscrupulous
woman, which almost fell.
Thinking, Bonnie withdrew her gaze again and asked in a deep voice, "Which gown do | wear?"
Laila, however, was not in a hurry to find her clothes, but leaned over the dressing table, her charming peach blossom eyes flicking
upward, "Why do you want to help me? Aren't you already subservient to Ms. Michelle and William?"
"There are always reasons why people have to do what they have to do," Bonnie said in a flat tone, "What you see as subservience
is not necessarily subservience, and certainly what you think | am is not necessarily what I am."
After a pause, Bonnie extended her hand towards her again, "Please givethe gown."
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Laila bristled, but went to fetch a long, nude silver evening dress for Bonnie.
The style is similar to the one Bonnie wore before, but the material is much better, or the big brand, the tag is not taken off, brand
new!
Bonnie took a look at the tag price, 580,000, which is six times more expensive than the one Ms. Michelle bought for her!
"If you still want it, I'll wash it and give it back to you." Bonnie said.
Laila waved her hand, disgusted, "Evening dress which has the reason to wear a second time, send you, as a gift for you to relieve
me."
"Okay." Bonnie is not polite, take the dress and go to the side behind the cloth curtain to change.
And then cout, Laila also changed a dress, but the sred, set off her original white skin more delicate.
"Thanks for the clothes, I'll leave you to it." Bonnie said, and reached for the lounge door.
"Are you sad that Sebastian is dead?" Laila asked her from behind her.
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