Goodbye My Alpha (Taya and Griffon)

After blacklisting Harper, Preston threw his phone away.

Griffon, who was walking in from outside the manor, frowned slightly when he saw the phone on the ground.

""You're back."

When Preston got up from the sofa and saw that Griffon was drenched, he asked worriedly, "Why are you drenched like this?"

Griffon didn't reply. He took off his suit jacket and took the

towel from the servant.

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Only then did he dry his hair unhurriedly and ask him, "Why are you at my house?"

Preston sighed and replied boringly, "It's the weekend. I'm too bored, so I came to have a drink with you."

He glanced at him coldly and said, "If you're bored, go to Africa and take your fifth-oldest brother's job."

When Preston heard the word "Africa," he felt his scalp go numb. "He may not be afraid of sunburn with his thick skin, Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

but I can't. My face is my capital. You can't cut off my

livelihood, can you?"

The main reason was that he didn't like African women, unlike his brother, who had a special taste preference.

Moreover, the work in Africa was too complicated. Every time

his brother came back, he would lose a lot of hair. He didn't

want to be bald...

Preston's fifth-oldest brother: "You're the one who's bald. Your

whole family is bald!"

Griffon didn't have much interest in dealing with Preston. He dried his hair and went straight to the bathroom.

Looking at the lonely and cold back, Preston breathed a sigh of relief and sighed helplessly.

In the past few years, Griffon had always been depressed. He had never seen him smile, and he didn't know when he could let go of that woman.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the phone on the ground. It just so happened that an unfamiliar number was calling.

He snorted. Harper must have found out that he had deleted her, so she couldn't help questioning him.

When the call was about to end, he slowly picked up the phone and picked it up. "Harper, you..."

Before he could finish his words, the other party interrupted

him. "Sir, do you want to buy a house?"

Preston, "......

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Who leaked his number, and why did the sales call him?

Could the person who sold the house ask who he was first? Did he need to buy a house?

Preston was so angry that he hung up the phone. He walked to the wine cabinet with a cold face, took a goblet, and poured red wine into it.

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After drinking a few glasses of wine, he was still angry. He picked up his phone and sent a message to his friends. Then he got up, left the manor, and went straight to the nightclub.

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When Griffon came out of the bathroom and saw that Preston had left, he frowned and walked to the study on the second

floor.

He sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, and flipped through the latest financial data. Then he couldn't help looking at the drawer next to him.

After looking at it quietly for a few seconds, he stretched

his slender fingers, opened the drawer, and took out the

en bronze mask...

As his fingertip touched the mask, a scene from many years ago flashed through his mind: embracing her in bed as Greyson, entangled in passion.

The sudden recollection of this event brought back the pain that he had been suppressing, and it hit him like a tidal wave, tearing at his heart and lungs...

He put down his mask, supported his forehead with one hand, and closed his tired eyes. He wanted to forget the past, but his mind was full of her figure...

That unforgettable face drilled into his limbs and invaded every cell of his body, making him miss her uncontrollably.

He couldn't help but take out his personal phone and open the messages. Despite thousands of messages, there was still no response, as if they had disappeared into the void.

He knew that she no longer used this number, nor would she reply or look at it, but he still sent her messages out of habit.

After editing all the delusions in his heart into words, he sent them out like before...

Although he would never receive a reply, this was the only way

for him to vent his longing...