Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

so close

So close ...... almost became someone else's flesh and blood ......

But why was Mr. Wilson following him? Listen to his tone, as if he already knew which side he would be

thrown by Rio.

Daisy some can't figure this out, she squatted in the corner Lai, holding her forehead, suddenly felt the

thoughts began to sluggish up, even just cold body also suddenly began to heat up.

What's going on here?

Before she could think more, the elevator doors opened abruptly and she looked up to see that she had

reached the top floor.

Daisy's hand was ready to knock on the door, and she turned around to see Mr. Wilson rushing over in

a rage.

Daisy suddenly panicked, all the calmness of the past disappeared, could not care less and knocked

on the door in front of her, just want to escape from the crazy Mr. Wilson at the moment.

"Elsa's drug has been administered, and you still want to run!" Mr. Wilson leapt to Daisy's front with a

few sharp steps, he screwed up a fat face and viciously grabbed Daisy's hand. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Hearing Mr. Wilson's words, Daisy's hand knocked on the door for a moment in dismay as she was

incredibly dragged along by Mr. Wilson, her anger shooting straight to her head.

"You're saying Elsa drugged me? You guys teamed up to set me up?"

At the word, Mr. Wilson looked back at Daisy's angry look, the smugness in his eyes could not be

concealed in the slightest.

He spoke: "You do not think highly of yourself, you are worthy of who put more effort for you, only Rio

that fool! Elsa this glass of wine is for me, the drug is also for me, who knows you hit the gun, she

naturally want to tell me this thing to please me."

So that's it? ......

After understanding everything, Daisy involuntarily took a step back, she looked at Mr. Wilson's open

and closed mouth in front of her in a daze, and suddenly felt that her last life was really a joke.

She still remembers her last life, she relied on her good drinking capacity, went to dinner parties to

some of the artists who looked too small to block the wine, she always thought that this could be done

in exchange for a few positive comments from others about her, but in the end, what she got was that

others dislike her for being in the way.

In the way? Indeed, in the way.

Now she realizes that it was not only the wine that was in the way, but also the opportunity for others to

soar to greatness.

Now that she's not blocking the wine, fate has transported her here once again, seemingly to tell her

that your last life was just so silly and lacking.

"That's true, but I still won't go with you."

This was Daisy's last straw and she could not afford to miss it.

The man at the other end of the hallway saw the two pulling and frowned, he lowered his eyes, not

wanting to meddle.

He was about to close the door, when the woman who had been blocked by the obese man's body

suddenly revealed a side face.

"Daisy?"

Hearing the person calling out her name, Daisy's anxious and restless heart was instantly relieved; if

the other person knew her, then she was saved.

So she nodded her head in acknowledgement, before she even had time to look at the other person's

face: "Yes, I'm Daisy."

Mr. Wilson, who had his back to the man, heard that someone wanted to meddle, and immediately

looked impatient, how can someone interfere with anything related to Daisy today?

Mr. Wilson looked unhappy and pushed Daisy away as if she were throwing garbage.

Mr. Wilson obviously did not expect that he had met Vincent here so coincidentally, his face became

pale, and the panic in his eyes could not be hidden.

How come he is so unlucky today!

Mr. Wilson glanced at Daisy, who was leaning on Vincent's shoulder in silence, and his face grew

darker and darker.

Why did he never know that Daisy and Vincent were having an affair!

"Misunderstanding? What I saw with my own eyes is still a misunderstanding?" Vincent stopped

Daisy's waist, his tone of voice icy cold, he thought of this man's fat hands just touched Daisy, his heart

more and more want to kill him.

Vincent did not want to listen to his nonsense, slender eyes gently narrowed, the wind in the eyes like a

blade, quenched with a cold gaze straight to the top of Mr. Wilson's skull.

"Tomorrow, set up your share transfer letter, or not only Cavern's shareholder status, but also your life

will not be saved."