Her Secret Mate
Chapter 112 Let The Tiger Return To The Mountain

Hearing this, Kurt felt overwhelmed.

He didn't expect that Jeremy would do this. He was so angry that he pointed at his nose and scolded, "Do you know what you are doing? Don't you know what kind of person Caspar is? Don't you know that you almost can't come back? How could you let him go so easily?"

It was making trouble for himself. What else could it be?

Caspar was the eldest grandson of the Fu family. No matter what, Phil would protect him from any grievance.

There was no way for Jeremy to get his debt.

Seeing that Jeremy still wanted to continue drinking, he thought, 'He wasn't listening to me at all. I am just wasting my time.'

"Forget it. Since you want to drink, let's drink with you. We won't return until we get drunk."

He didn't drink much and stopped.

Kurt was a little drunk and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to drink? Why don't you continue drinking?"

"Drinking is boring."

Kurt was speechless. Why did he accompany him to drink? It was so annoying.

Jeremy stood up, straightened his clothes and said to Kurt naturally, "Send me to the Fu family."

"Can't you go by yourself?"

"I drank more wine than you do. I'm afraid of being investigated for drunk driving."

"I'm a doctor. Don't you know that I'm more afraid than you to be investigated? Jeremy, we have been friends for years, haven't we?"

Kurt didn't want to argue with him, so he found a bartender to send Jeremy to the Fu family.

He thought that he really owed Jeremy in his previous life.

By this time, Caspar had come back to the Fu family's house.

Phil had got all the information. He looked at the information page blankly and couldn't calm down. He asked Mark, who had followed him for many years, "Mark, do you think I did something wrong?" "There is no absolute right or wrong in this world. Mr. Phil, do whatever you want to do."

"I didn't expect that Caspar would be so cruel to kill Jeremy."

Phil thought he was a loser in his life. He had a son like that, but he had a grandson who killed people without blinking his eyes.

A man broke in. The two looked at each other and found it was a down and out Caspar.

It was worse than the day he went out.

His hair stood out and spiraled on his head one by one. His beard was covered with stubble, and his clothes had turned from light colored to gray black, emitting a stench all over his body. Phil coughed heavily.

With his eyes wide open, Caspar pointed at himself defiantly. "You dislike me? But I'm sorry, grandpa. I'm your grandson."

"Caspar!" It was the first time in Phil's life that he shouted at Caspar so loudly.

"Do you think I'm not as good as Jeremy?"

Caspar panicked. He wasn't sure if Jeremy had changed Phil's mind during the time he was locked up in the basement. He could only shout to him trying to replace out. "Caspar, the Fu family has treated you well. Why did you want to kill Jeremy?"

"I didn't!"

Said Caspar.

"Why don't you admit it? All the information is here. How long do you think you can hide it? Caspar, you really disappoint me.

Caspar didn't try to hide anymore and asked, "So you want to send me to prison? You have to know the consequences of doing this. Can the Fu family afford to lose the face?"

He knew that he couldn't afford. In the end, Phil had to compromise with him.

Jeremy's faint voice came from outside. He smiled, "I'm sorry. I've called the police."

This time, he would not spare him easily.

"How dare you, Jeremy!"

Caspar raised his fist, but Jeremy stepped back immediately. He covered his nose in disgust and said, "I've called the police. You'll know whether I dare or not later." When the cold handcuffs were handcuffed on Caspar's hands, his eyes were dull. He looked at Phil in disbelief, and then looked at Jeremy.

The evidence was well hidden. Why was it found?

Was there anything wrong?

He couldn't figure it out.

Jeremy looked at him coldly, "Do you think you are smart? That's it. Since you can't figure it out, you have plenty of time to think about it in prison. " The policemen took him away.

Jeremy, who was about to leave, was pulled by Phil. He tried his best to persuade him, "Jeremy, it's not easy for Caspar to get through all these years."

"So it's easy for me? I have told you that I don't care about the Fu family's companies, but why did he want to kill me?"

It would be best if they could get along well. But Caspar had crossed the line.

It was all Caspar's fault that Fiona separated with him now. He wished he could go to hell.

He didn't turn around, knowing that Phil was looking at him with eager eyes. "Grandpa, I've already acquired the Fu family and transferred it to my name. There won't be Fu family's companies in the future." He left without looking back.

From now on, Jeremy had nothing to do with the Fu family.

He drove to the Qiao family's house. The courier had been waiting for him for a long time. Regardless of his obsession with cleanliness, he changed his clothes with the courier.

The courier was embarrassed, "Sir, your suit is worth at least ten thousand dollars."

"It doesn't matter. Thank you."

Then he put on a cap and walked into the villa.

Jeremy looked around in silence. There were bodyguards everywhere. Qiao family was indeed very cautious. He played the role of a courier. It was still a problem whether he could successfully send the flowers to Fiona.

He and she were supposed to be together, but God made fools of them.

"Are you going to send flowers to miss again?" Belinda was annoyed and embarrassed, "Mr. Richard has told you not to send her flowers again. She has a lot of flowers."

Vincent had personally prepared the flowers in her room.

"I'm sorry. The guest has booked it. I want to give it to her in person."

As a servant, Belinda knew that life was not easy for the courier. She sighed and let him in. But she reminded him in a low voice, "You can only stay outside the door. You can't enter miss's room. Do you hear me?"

"Of course, I know. Thank you."

"Belinda!" A servant called her name. She reminded him again and pointed to Fiona's room.

It was not her fault to be so careless. After all, Fiona was so happy after receiving the flowers last time. As the person who took care of her, the most important thing was to make her happy.

As expected, Jeremy came to the door of her room. He raised his heavy hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

The voice that he had been thinking about day and night was in a room separated from the door. How he wished he could break through the door and see her as soon as possible.

As soon as she opened the door, the man with the flowers immediately held her in and locked the door.

Fiona's face turned pale. She carefully observed the man holding her in horror and threatened, "You... Don't hurt me. If I shout, you won't be able to escape.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you."

This voice...