Become Filthy Rich After Divorce

Chapter 701 Don'T Worry

Chapter 701 Don't worry

For example,

she dealt with Chester alone before, and now solved Myles's trouble alone.

Alina closed the door and walked over, sitting down across from Lincol, "People always have to grow

up."

When she first left the Collins family and Caleb, she did need to rely on Andre to barely survive at that

time.

But now, it was different.

Lincol, "Chester has Caleb take over his company, do you know that?"

Alina already knew.

And since she didn't say anything, Lincol guessed she probably knew about it.

Alina, "This has something to do with you?"

"I'm warning you that he's probably going to move the goalposts."

Shifting the goalposts?

Alina frowned at him, and the next moment Lincol continued, "You don't hate Caleb that much, do

you?"

The last time in the Hasnan River, he told her he'd help her leave Ingford while everything they once

had wiped off.

At that point, although she didn't answer positively, she was really tired.

Lincol added, "Annie is still by his side."

"I don't really want to talk about this topic." Alina had no interest in this topic and really did not want to

talk about it.

Lincol froze for a moment.

It was only at that it occurred to him what kind of indifference Alina had towards the men of the Collins

family.

So she was not really interested at all about what Annie was to Chester.

"Is this all you want to say?"

"All this? You think I have nothing to do?" It was just a reminder.

Seriously, Lincol really did not understand Chester's operation.

It seemed unlikely to shift the target.

But what was a reasonable explanation?

Why did he have Caleb take over his company, even Myles' troubles were handled by Caleb?

"Can't you see that I am worried about you?" Lincol was telling the truth.

There was still that much worry on his side when he heard that Myles had actually gone to Ipswich to

look for Alina himself.

Especially with the way she was now against Chester, Lincol was really worried that she would suffer

based on her temper.

But she was capable.

"You don't have to worry about me, I'm living a good life." Alina said carelessly, with such indifference,

now she seemed to care about nothing.

Lincol stiffened when he heard the words.

Was she planning to live her next life alone?

It was possible. After all, the two Collins brothers had disappointed her.

"This is what you've been trying to do?" Trying hard not to lean on anyone, trying hard to stand in her

place, and there's nothing anyone can do to her?

Alina was silent.

She had changed, completely different from the time when she was on Isha Island.

Seeing that she was not willing to talk about this topic, Lincol was not bored to continue, he continued,

"They show was so successful, it is going to expand your company, right?"

At this rate, even a listing would not be a problem at all.

Alina remained silent, obviously there was nothing she wanted to talk to Lincol.

Lincol chatted with Alina for a while before leaving.

Alina was really tired these days, because of Myles, her nerves are always tense.

Now she got time, and fell asleep on the sofa.

...

Pola was kind of relieved after the danger alert around Alina was lifted, and Alina had to stay over here

for another three days.

She, however, was planning to fly to Shirling on this evening's flight.

The doorbell rang and Pola threw the cup into the box to get the door.

Unlike Alina, she was a fighter and therefore never feared anyone.

The moment she pulled open the door, a familiar scent hit her nose.

Pola frowned, she didn't believe it when she heard Alina say that Fabian was at the hotel just now, but

she didn't expect him to really follow her over.

When Fabian came in, he saw that Pola had already packed her things, and the pink piggy cup on top

of her clothes was very solid. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

His frown that had been tightly knitted unconsciously dispersed considerably.

"Flying to Shirling?"

"I think you're idle." When Pola spoke to him nowadays, her tone was completely devoid of the

carefulness that once existed.

Fabian stepped forward and picked up the cup.

And Pola turned back, her breath caught in her throat because of it.

Fabian, "Still use it after all these years?"

Apparently, this cup had been used by Pola for many years and the paint had fallen off the rim of the

cup, which he had given her on her sixteenth birthday.

Pola took a few steps forward and snatched it, "I'm just fond of the old things, don't think too much

about it."

"If you are so fond of old things, what about people?" His words carried a touch of mockery.

Pola knew that his patience was about to run out.

After all, once upon a timeher. Back then she could see him being gentle and polite to everyone.

But he never showed a smile to her.

Pola put the cup back into the suitcase, not throwing it into the trash, because she didn't want this man

to say that she was weak-minded.

In fact, she was telling the truth, she could wear a dress for three to five years and really didn't waste

any time replacing it.

It zipped up, her movements were so sharp.

However just as she was about to go and get her clothes, she only heard the magnetic voice of the

man behind her, with the usual forcefulness towards her, "When you go back, resign your job."

Pola frowned.

The moment she turned back, she looked into his still warm eyes, but she felt it his invisible command.

Pola put on a smile, "It's been hard to endure all, hasn't it?"

Indeed.

Fabian had been as patient and gentle as he could be with her, even asking her over and over again

what had happened back then.

But couldn't he find out with all his skills? Did he have to waste his time on her?

The moment she clearly saw the coldness under his eyes.

"We have to go back to Ingford." The moment Pola turned around again, Fabian said in a firm tone.