NovelOnlinePreston knew that Brayden was listening, and that he needed tto digest what he had said.
Brayden was really digesting what Preston said.
It could be said that after hearing Preston's words, his mind becclear.
It was extremely clear.
"Mr. Smith, Olivia is my wife. Please don't contact anyone other thanin the future if anything happens to Olivia." Preston was stunned.
Soon the phone was hung up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPreston smiled bitterly at the busy tone.
Both Brayden and Everett liked hanging up the phone before he could say anything.
After that, Brayden said to Kelly, "Book a flight back to Paris forimmediately." Kelly wanted to ask what happened, but now Brayden's face was so cold and scary that she dared not ask.
"I'll do it right away." She picked up her phone and book the ticket for him.
Brayden then called the bodyguards.
He asked them to follow Olivia and protect her.
Now she was missing, but they didn't even call him.
Why? But just as he was about to make the call, someone was calling him.
Brayden's face darkened when he saw the non the screen.
He answered the phone and said coldly, "Did you take Olivia away?" Melody listened to him and curled her lips. "I wanted to tell you in advance, but | didn't expect you to have thought about it." Brayden did not reply to her Frank confession but clenched his hands.
In terms of despicability, he was no match for Everett, and in terms of means, he was no match for Melody.
And that was why Melody stayed with Everett. They were the same.
Melody didn't hear his voice, but she was still calm. She continued, "Don't worry. | won't hurt her. | just have her cto Sicily early to attend my wedding." "You'll be here on the wedding day anyway, won't you?" But it was quite different to go there voluntarily and to be forced to go there.
And Brayden and Olivia had decided that they wouldn't attend Melody and Everett's wedding.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven if Melody invited them, they wouldn't go.
But now, he had to.
"By the way, are you still in New Zealand? You don't have to go back to Paris. Cstraight to Sicily." "I'm sure you won't trustuntil you see Olivia with your own eyes." Brayden said, "Yes, | don't trust you, and | don't trust Everett. | don't believe anyone but myself." "Well, the address will be sent to your phone later. | look forward to your arrival, my nephew." Melody hung up.
Brayden clenched his phone, his knuckles turning white.
He said, "Booka flight to Sicily." Kelly heard this when she had just booked a flight back to Paris for him.
"Ah?" Brayden looked at her. "Booka ticket to Sicily now!" Preston sent Grace home, asked Jason to comfort her and went back.
On the way back, Preston thought a lot.
When he was almost home, he called his secretary.
"Booka flight to Sicily tomorrow morning." "Okay, Mr. Smith." "Helpcancel all the schedules for the next three days. | won't be in Paris." "Okay." After hanging up the phone, Preston looked ahead. He had a bad feeling about the wedding.
Especially after Olivia suddenly disappeared.
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