Ex-husbands love novel (Sharon and Fameson)
Chapter 398: Don't See Me Again

The driver was already suspicious. In order to avoid trouble, Rita did not speak to Bridger all the way.

Bridger also lowered his head and hid his face behind the brim of his hat.

After the car stopped at the destination, they alighted separately.

Bridger walked in front her and finally stopped at an intersection beside the hotel.

There were no people around.

Just as he turned around, Rita said, "Bridger, did you see my note?"

Bridger nodded, "What's wrong?"

Rita said anxiously, "Where have you been these days? And my dad is not at home either"

"Rita, Mr.Roose..."

"Never mind.It isn't that important. We'll talk about it later."

Rita interrupted him and said, "Bridger, I'm in a big trouble. Please help me. Only you can help me!"

Bridger swallowed his words, "Go ahead."

Ten minutes later.

Floren was pouring red wine in the hotel room when he suddenly heard the doorbell.

He put down his glass and opened the door as he hummed, "You got here fast..."

Then, Floren saw a man dressed in black standing outside.

Floren frowned fiercely, "Who are you looking for?"

At the same time, the man in black slowly raised his eyes filled with coldness.

Floren sensed that something was wrong.

Just as he wanted to call for help, he was kicked down in the stomach and smashed into the wall and then fell to the ground.

He clutched his stomach, so painful that he could hardly speak.

Bridger closed the door, dragged Floren's hair, and pulled him into the room.

Floren's cries were drawn out by the music in the room.

Floren knew that he was no match for the man in black.

So he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Did that woman ask you to come here? How much has she promised you? I'll double it.No ... Triple! I'll give you as much money as you want!" Bridger picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it on his head without hesitation.

The man who had been trying to make a deal with Bridger fell to the ground unconsciously at once.

Bridger picked up Floren's phone from the sofa, looked around the room, found a few disks, and quickly left.

Rita waited downstairs anxiously like a cat on hot bricks.

Finally, Bridger came down.

Rita immediately stood up and nervously asked, "Bridger, did you handle him?"

Bridger took out the phone and a few discs from his pocket and handed them to her.

Rita trembled and took them, "All here?"

"They're all here" Rita heaved a sigh of relief.

Then something occurred to her. She asked, "You haven't seen them, have you?"

Bridger shook his head, "No."

"That's good"

Just as Rita put them in her bag, she saw the blood dripping from Bridger's body. She subconsciously took a step back, her face full of fear.

Bridger looked down and said, "I was injured."

Rita asked, "So...they spied on me because of you?"

"They must have found out our relationship. To catch me, they trailed you."

Rita suddenly widened her eyes.

"Then why did you meet me? What should I do if they replace out that we've met?"

Bridger was lost for words. Rita looked around and urged anxiously, "Go now. Don't see me again"

But Bridger did not move, which made Rita more anxious.

She was afraid that those people would replace out that they were still in contact, so she decided to leave as soon as possible.

"Rita. Don't you care about Mr.Roose?"

Bridger stopped her and looked at her back.

Rita had been fretted those days.

After Bridger handled Floren, Rita learned that Bridger had brought her great trouble, which upset her a lot.

Therefore, she said angrily, "Why should I care about him? I can't even take care of my business. Who cares about me?"

Bridger did not say anything else, and Rita hurriedly left.

After returning home, Rita smashed Floren's phone and all the disks into pieces, as if she could give vent to her anger in this way. Now that Floren was dead and those things had been destroyed, no one could threaten her anymore.

What she did not expect was that Floren actually survived Bridger's attack.

Floren woke up after being unconscious in the room for an hour.

In spite of the great pain, he struggled to replace his phone to call the police, but he couldn't replace it in the room. Floren leaned against the wall and felt his way out of the hotel room.

He could vaguely see someone in front of him, but before he could speak, he fell to the ground and fainted.

When the hotel staff found that his face was covered in blood, they were very frightened.

They quickly took out the mobile phone and called the police.

At 10 pm, a helicopter landed in Cloud City.

Sharon opened her eyes in a daze.

After checking the time, she realized that a few hours had passed.

She disengaged herself from Jameson's embrace to stretch her neck. She had slept quite well.

Beside the helicopter, there was already a car waiting for them.

After getting in the car, Sharon looked at the scenery outside and yawned.

"Aren't you busy with your work? Is it OK that you come here with me?"

Jameson grabbed her fingers and said in a deep and hoarse voice, "Even a superman needs to take a rest"

"But it's very costly. Why don't you have a good night's sleep at home?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to come here?"

"Well..."

Sharon knew she wouldn't win, so she bit her tongue.

Only 20 minutes later, they arrived at Charlotte's place.

After getting off the car, Sharon discovered that the environment here was quite quiet.

There was a small house with a garden and a small vegetable garden in front of it.

It was indeed a very livable place.

Seeing her standing still, Jameson asked in a low voice, "Why are you standing here?"

"Do you think Charlotte is still awake?"

Jameson said, "Of course, I called her before."

"Okay" Sharon said.

Actually, something was on her mind.

If she saw the little fellow here, her previous speculation would prove true.

But if she didn't see him, she would feel stupid.

Seeing that she was pondering with her head lowered, Jameson calmly licked his lips, directly held her hand and walked towards the house.

Sharon pulled herself together, but her hand held by Jameson was sweating.

It wasn't a long way, but Sharon held her breath with every step she took.

Her speculations and doubts would soon be verified.