Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica)

Chapter 232

Ian lived in the suite on the top floor of the Mose Clubhouse.

Before he had adjusted to the jet lag, he went to the first floor, ordered a glass of champagne, sat by

the window, watching the people coming and going outside.

The scenery of the streets in Birmingham was completely different from what he had imagined.

There were tall buildings everywhere. And there was a patch of old houses among the high-rise

buildings. The scenery was unique.

Perhaps his father had lived in the small house when he was young, and he was unwilling to live a poor

life here, so he came to Europe with his grandfather.

Looking at the house which was full of bamboo hangers, he filled his mind with a myriad of thoughts.

He went back to Birmingham this time to see what kind of place was and the local conditions and

customs here. After all, he came from here.

Of course, he had been thinking about someone here.

Ever since Jessica came back from Holland, Ian had always thought of her. During the short time with

her, he felt comfortable and happy. She was a friend worth making.

Ian took out his phone, checked his contacts, and found a phone number.

It was Oliver who gave him on his yacht. At that time, Oliver begged him to help save Jessica.

Then, Oliver had promised him that he could ask for rewards in the future.

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Since someone offered to repay him, Ian was willing to accept it.

Ian wanted to contact Jessica first, but he forgot to ask for her contacts information in Birmingham.

So he had to contact Oliver first. They were together anyway.

He was wondering if Oliver had escaped.

Ian played with his cell phone and did not dial the number, thinking about how to introduce himself.

He saw a man come in when he looked up. The man was handsome and had a noble temperament.

Compared with the injured man that night, he looked aloof and indifferent.

Ian smiled. He didn't need to make a phone call because Oliver came here himself.

He seemed to be in a hurry, so he must be on something.

Ian did not come to Oliver but sat there, drinking.

In a moment, Oliver and a few men in business suits walked into the booth inside. It seemed that they

had something to talk about.

Ian found everything was novel and he was curious about it.

After some time, he saw Oliver get up and was about to leave.

He stood up and walked over.

Simon, who was with Oliver, saw a strange man trying to get close to Mr. Williams. Before Ian could get

close, he reached out to signal that no one should get close.

Oliver walked ahead, not noticing Ian at all.

Ian smiled. The man was really extraordinary. Ian felt that he had a good eye.

He stood there and shouted with a mild voice, "Hey, man."

In Birmingham, Oliver stopped and looked back.

He was immediately stunned.

He seemed surprised, not expecting that Ian would come to Birmingham.

"Hi, Ian," Oliver responded and reached out to shake hands with him.

"I didn't expect you to remember my name."

Of course, Oliver remembered his name which was carved on his yacht at that time. It was very eye-

catching.

Oliver found a nearby seat and motioned for Ian to sit down.

Simon came over and asked, "Mr, what would you like to drink?"

"Whiskey," he said.

Simon turned around and brought over two glasses of whiskey.

Before he put down the glass, Ian asked Oliver, "Where's Jessica? I want to see her."

Ian was open about that. Fortunately, Oliver knew his sexual orientation.

However, Simon was completely frightened.

Who the hell was this man? As soon as he saw Mr. Williams, he mentioned Jessica without hesitation.

Maybe he knew the relationship between Oliver and Jessica.

He seemed brave and dared to say anything.

Recently, Oliver had never mentioned anything about Jessica, and people around him did not dare to

say anything.

"She's in the hospital, " Oliver said.

"What's wrong with you? You can't take good care of her outside. Now that you're back on your turf,

why did she hurt? You're incompetent as a husband. "

Ian didn't know what happened.

He wanted to scold Oliver, who always upset his woman.

When Simon heard this, he was frightened, stepped forward, and said, "Sir, why not try this first?"

He was afraid that if Oliver lost control in public, it wouldn't be good.

After all, Oliver had experienced the business crime wave, and although nothing confirmed, he left a

bad impression.

In addition, the Williams Group management team had changed a lot in a short period of time, which

naturally caused great fluctuations in the shares of the Williams Group.

Since his accident, the Williams Group's market value had evaporated by 30% in the stock market.

As his assistant, Simon always had to pay attention to Oliver's public image outside.

How did Ian know what Simon was going to do? He was always outspoken. Plus, it was about Jessica.

For some reason, he stayed with her for one night, but he felt as if he had known her for a long time.

Therefore, he was very concerned about Jessica's current situation.

The more people cared about, the more chaotic people became.

He didn't care much and scolded Oliver.

Of course, Oliver knew why Simon stopped Ian. He said to Simon, "It's okay. You can go out first."

Simon had no choice but to go out first.

After walking a long way, he turned around to see who this stranger was and why Mr. Williams was so

nice to him.

"Jessica, what's wrong with her?" Ian asked.

"She was injured when she was abroad, so there were signs of premature rupture of amniotic fluid. The

doctor asked her to stay in the hospital."

Ian raised his glass, touched the rim of Oliver's glass, and smiled. "So that's it. Congratulations! You

are going to be a daddy."

Oliver didn't show any joy at all to hear what he said.

Ian was not a fool and sensed that something had happened.

"Are you guys fighting?" Ian was very concerned about their personal problems.

"We're done"

This time, Ian was dumbfounded. He knew Oliver and Jessica were close then.