Sweet May-December Marriage novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 You Might Kiss Me As Well

Eloise grinned and pinched Arthur's cheek, "Little Arthur, you must eat well from now on, otherwise you will be as short as Char!"

Charlotte puffed out her cheeks, "Eloise!"

"I'm telling the truth!"

Arthur looked at their back and smiled slowly.

...

"Mr. Colton, we don't need to do it anymore. Ms. Lopez took care of it herself."

Waylon flicked the ash, "By herself?"

The other party gave a general description of the situation.

Waylon couldn't help laughing and muttered, "It seems that Mr. Clark's little girl is not gentle. She can be as fierce as a tiger if pushed."

He hung up the phone, and put out his cigarette and started the car.

...

"You know, it was great to see Hazel crying and screaming!" Eloise took Charlotte's hand and said, "To tell the truth, this old aunt is really able at concealing. If it hadn't been for her fingerprints on the bracelet, we wouldn't have been able to catch her."

Cecilia said casually, "There's always a way to get her to give back what doesn't belong to her. But it's just as well for Charlotte to do this, because it will obviously put her in jail."

She checked her phone, "My car is here. The old man at home urged me to go back for dinner. I'm leaving."

Eloise and Charlotte both waved.

After Cecilia left, Eloise asked Charlotte, "Char, do you have someone to pick you up?"

Charlotte was honest, "Mr. Colton just texted me that he was coming to pick me up."

Eloise was jealous and said, "I wish I had Waylon as a driver."

Charlotte had nothing to say.

She coughed, "And you?"

Eloise waved her hand, "I already texted my driver. He's coming."

Seeing that the car with the license plate number 888888 had arrived, Eloise pushed Charlotte, "You don't have to worry about me. Go back."

Charlotte replied. Just as she opened the door, an arm wrapped around her waist and she was forced to cling to the car. Charlotte let out a call and smelled the familiar smell of tobacco mixed with orange flowers.

Eloise was startled, "Char, what's the matter with you? "

Waylon tapped on the window, warning Eloise with a look to mind her own business.

Eloise paused and said anxiously, "But Char..."

Waylon chuckled, "It's okay. Go home, sweetie."

Eloise was speechless.

Charlotte was dragged into the car.

The black car sped away.

Eloise stood where she was, with dirt all over her face.

"Waylon..." Eloise stared at the car angrily as it drove away, "I just bought this dress yesterday!!"

...

Charlotte made an effort to stand up straight. The man sensed her movement and lifted her directly into his laps. Charlotte immediately became taller than him a bit. It was like she was condescending.

Nelson held her slender waist, "Why do you change all your clothes after going to other person's house for a visit?"

After a pause, Paisley whispered again, "Char, it's not that Mr. Clark meant to hide it from you, but that those things shouldn't have been said."

Charlotte nodded and said, "I know. Thank you."

Paisley fondly touched her head, "Rest for a while and go to bed."

...

"Where are those guys?" Waylon tapped the handle of his gun on the wall.

A tall man whispered, "Already brought them here."

With a wave of his hand, several battered men were immediately dragged in, leaving some trails of blood on the ground.

The several people were thrown on the ground like garbage, and they coughed in pain. But because the cough tugged at the wound on the body, it only hurt more.

Waylon looked at them calmly, "From the appearance of you, the Interrogation Department of National Security Agency should use almost all the interrogation methods. You guys are tough as nails."

One of them coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked up at Waylon. That originally handsome face was full of blood and sweat, mottled and embarrassed. He stared at Waylon as if an animal had seen its natural enemy, and all his guards were on alert.

Waylon smiled dismissively, "Bob, you're my prisoner now. Don't you think it's ironic to give me that look?"

Bob gritted his teeth. His voice hoarse as if he was pushing the words out of his throat, "Where's Azrael? Where is he? Let him come out to see me!"

"You don't deserve it." Waylon said coldly, "I'm giving you one last chance. If you don't say it, I'll be sorry to say goodbye."

The others huddled on the ground, perhaps they were too tormented to speak or perhaps they had chosen to remain silent.

Waylon said, "Well, if you don't want to talk, then goodbye." He raised his hand and pressed it down, "Take them away." After a pause, he added, "I am a person who occasionally has a little sudden kindness. Let them die with their families."

Bob suddenly widened his eyes, "What do you mean? "

"Didn't I tell you?" Waylon marveled, "Keswon is so lazy with family protection. Three days ago, we found all your families."