Her Secret Mate

As soon as Jeremy came out, Vincent wanted to punch him.

But Jeremy dodged easily. Vincent was furious. The flames of anger were burning. He asked, "Jeremy, you have divorced Fiona. Can't you let her go?"

'If I let her go, who can let me go?'

Jeremy shook his head resolutely, "I want to be with her."

"Nonsense!"

Vincent didn't believe it would happen so soon.

It was true that Fiona was chasing after him. But after all the things happened before, Jeremy was trying to avoid being with her. How could he want to be with her? It must be fake.

"Did you do something to Fiona?"

Vincent stretched out his hand and wanted to put it around his neck, but when he pulled down his home wear, he saw the appalling marks on his neck.

Bastard!

Jeremy was so shameless.

Seeing these marks, Vincent could guess what they had done last night no matter how stupid he was.

He roared, "Jeremy, you bastard! Do you know that Fiona is pregnant?"

"I know."

"You know you still..." Vincent couldn't control his anger. He didn't want to stay in this damned place anymore. He just wanted to ask Fiona to leave here as soon as possible, or one day, Fiona would be bullied by Jeremy to the bone. Jeremy was amused and sneered, "Mr. Vincent, you are really ridiculous. It's normal for a couple to do anything. Since you don't understand, I advise you to fall in love."

"I don't need."

Vincent retorted.

He was furious, and the anger in his chest almost burned him up. He had never seen such a shameless person as Jeremy.

He even bullied a pregnant woman. Was he still a man?

Vincent tried his best to calm down and criticized, "Jeremy, you don't deserve Fiona. I advise you to leave her voluntarily. Otherwise, if you force me, I can do anything. Don't think you can do whatever you want after you acquire the Qiao family." "The Qiao family is Fiona's."

Before coming to the Studio City, Jeremy had already prepared the share transfer agreement.

Without her, no matter how much money he had, it was useless. Moreover, he had no intention of buying the Qiao family, which was just an expedient at that time. Unfortunately, they didn't listen to him. Instead, they thought that he was a traitor and that he was good to Fiona because he just wanted to get the Qiao family. Vincent didn't believe that he would be so kind. "Jeremy, don't talk nonsense. I just want to ask you, will you leave Fiona?"

"I won't leave her."

"Jeremy!"

Fiona had arranged everything well. She heard every word of Jeremy in the room, knowing that her waiting finally saw the flowers bloom.

Jeremy agreed to be with her, and he was so determined in front of Vincent.

She almost burst into tears.

She couldn't wait to run out and hug him, trying to tell him what she had experienced during this period of time.

But she didn't think it was necessary. She only knew that she would be with him forever.

"Fiona, I love you."

"I love you, too."

Speechless, Vincent watched the two of them showing love. Who would care about him? He was so angry that he stamped his feet with great strength.

He angrily pulled Fiona away and questioned, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I know."

She looked straight into his eyes. This time, she was determined to defend her love.

Vincent wished she could wake her up. "What's so good about Jeremy? Why do you always like him wholeheartedly?"

There were so many good men in

the world As long as she opened her eyes wide, she could

immediately get a group of wonderful men. There was no need to bang on to Jeremy.

He was anxious and angry. He pointed at them and warned, "I advise you two to be together well. If

you still separate in the future,

promise that I will try my best not to

let you get back together."

Vincent left.

As soon as he came out, he saw Mona standing beside the luxury car. Her sunglasses and red lips exuded a flamboyant beauty.

With a cold face, Vincent asked impolitely, "Did Jeremy call you here?"

"Yes, how do you know?"

Vincent was so smart. Did he know everything?

She had followed Vincent just now, and soon received a message from Jeremy, asking her to stop him as soon as possible. She just caught up with him. "Idiot, are you a pig? You do whatever Jeremy asks you to do. Do you have your own thoughts?"

"You..."

Her face flushed as she was scolded.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Vincent said viciously, "It's useless for you to cry in front of me. I won't sympathize with you, because I don't like you at all." His words were like a sharp knife, leaving a trail of blood on her heart.

Every time Mona told herself that if he was cruel to her next time, she would fight back fiercely, but she couldn't.

She gave in anyway.

She forced a smile, pretending as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, "I know you won't sympathize with me, but I also tell you that I won't give up."

Never.

She had punctured his tire. Now that Jeremy had succeeded, she had to work harder.

Vincent didn't have the heart to do that, but said lightly, "You can go back now. I don't want you to waste your time on me. You deserve a better man." "No, you are the best man for me."

"Mona!"

"Why are you yelling at me? No

woman would like to be with you because of your bad temper. You'd better listen to me and have a try with me. In this world, only I can unconditionally endure your bad temper. "

What a irony.

Vincent grumbled in his heart.

If he could learn ten percent of the pestering skills, he wouldn't have lost so miserably in pursuing Fiona.

He sighed. There was no regret in his life. No matter how much he liked Fiona, she was someone else's woman.

They loved each other. He had no chance.

As soon as Vincent got in the car, he found that the car couldn't be started.

Mona knocked on the door with a bright face. "Let me drive you home. It's almost time for shooting. Look at your tires. They seem to have exploded."

When people were in bad luck, drinking cold water would fill their teeth. He finally understood.

On the second floor, when Fiona saw Vincent get on Mona's car smoothly, she couldn't help bursting into laughter, "I think they have a chance."

"Why do you care about them?"

With his hands on her waist, Jeremy looked stern and said sullenly, "Don't you need to give me a good explanation? Mrs. Fiona, you almost threw me away." "I was wrong." She admitted her mistake. 00000000000000