Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

However Fredrick was no faster than Matthew Grant.

From the time Luna returned home, there were many people watching her, and when she called Fredrick, Curtis Irwin immediately obtained Fredrick’s location.

He called Matthew Grant: “President, found him.”

Finally, he was found.

Matthew Grant sneered, “Let’s get moving.”

After hiding in the shadows for so long, it was time to show him who he really was.

At the same time, Empire Group released two tweets, a video clarifying Winnie’s “return from the dead” and a tweet from the legal department to hold the rumor monger legally responsible.

Once these two tweets were released, the black fans that were bouncing around the internet immediately disappeared without a trace.

The other netizens who had pulled Matthew Grant’s footsteps were already confused, wasn’t Winnie already dead? Why did she come back to life?

The first thing that happened was that Matthew Grant was the one who did it. How come it’s not?

My God, what the hell is going on here?

The Gu Nian cp fans who listened to Isabel’s words and shut up immediately straightened up and retweeted these two tweets from Empire Group.

Look, it’s clear who is right and who is wrong!

Whoever conspired to create rumors and create trouble in the first place, come out and open your eyes!

President Grant is a good man, how can it be a black and evil force?

The only thing that has won this crisis is the Gu Nian cp fan, Isabel as a cp fan carrying the flag of the patriarchal figures, of course, happy.

She sent a message to Blanca Roach to celebrate while inviting her out for a get-together.

“Blanca go ah, let’s go jerk off to celebrate!”

“Sorry, Isabel, Matthew Grant won’t let me go out, boing boing …”

Isabel didn’t ask for it, after all, Blanca was pregnant and President Grant was understandably worried about her.

It’s just that without someone to jerk her off with, the feeling of happiness is greatly diminished.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Isabel thought about it and simply called out the newlywed Elizabeth Harris.

Elizabeth Harris had just gotten married to Peter Murray some time ago, and the young couple was in love with each other.

Elizabeth Harris was very happy to receive Isabel’s news, she had not seen Isabel for a while, and happily packed herself up for the appointment.

Peter Murray, poor Peter Murray, had to stay alone.

But Peter Murray thought, since he couldn’t stop Elizabeth Harris from going out, he’d find a way to get her back sooner.

He then turned on his phone and sent a message to Curtis Irwin.

…

Two hours later, when Curtis Irwin and Peter Murray arrived, Isabel and Elizabeth Harris were both drunk, there were still a lot of uneaten kebabs on the table, and five or six empty bottles of wine were scattered under the table.

Curtis Irwin immediately frowned, how to drink so much wine?

Peter Murray came forward, picked up his drunken wife and said to Curtis Irwin, “We’re leaving.”

Curtis Irwin nodded.

After they both left, Curtis Irwin sat down in Elizabeth Harris’ seat.

Isabel’s face was flushed and she was lying on the table, dazed and asleep.

Curtis Irwin sighed helplessly. Isabel wouldn’t talk to him or let him in the house for the past few days, and he felt that he hadn’t seen her properly for a long time.

Curtis Irwin couldn’t resist and reached out a hand and touched Isabel’s face.

It was so soft that it made his heart go soft.

Probably because of Curtis Irwin’s touch, Isabel slowly opened her eyes.

She sat up straighter, cupped her face on the table again, and stared unblinkingly at the man in front of her.

Her eyes were misty, panting slightly, and her smile was all charming.

Curtis Irwin could not help but breathe lightly for fear of disturbing her.

Isabel looked at him carefully, his eyes were hot like she had never seen before, a fondness he could not hide even if he pretended to be calm.

“You look so good, like my husband.”

The line of sight shifted down, his thin lips seemed to feel her sight and pursed up slightly, the color was a healthy pink, she couldn’t resist touching it gently with her finger.

“So soft …”

The finger on his lips was slightly cool, Curtis Irwin just felt his scalp tingling and his brain stopped working.

“I want to taste it.”

Not waiting for Curtis Irwin to react, Isabel hooked his chin and kissed his lips.