Chapter 627: You are actually a man of love and righteousness. Chapter 627: You are actually a man of love and righteousness. The sudden flash of a figure, Candy Foster looked at the newcor and thought she was going blind.
It had only been five minutes; how had Arnold Johnson gotten here so quickly?
Did he run or fly over?
She had no choice but to hurry and catch up.
Francis Davis didn’t expect Arnold Johnson to show up so suddenly.
When he saw Arnold Johnson, he stood up very politely and greeted, “Mr. Johnson, you’re here, would you like to sit down and have a drink with us?”
Have a drink?
Who did he think he was?
However, Arnold Johnson naturally wanted to save Victoria Garcia’s face, so he replied, “It’s getting late, let’s drink together another ti. It seems like Victoria’s had quite a bit, I ca to pick her up.”
“Actually, she didn’t drink much, I just didn’t expect Victoria’s alcohol tolerance to be so low. When she ca to have a drink with , I thought her tolerance wouldn’t be good, but I didn’t think it would be this bad,” Francis Davis said apologetically. “It’s all my fault. I didn’t take good care of Victoria.”
Arnold Johnson listened intently, and when he heard the left Victoria, right Victoria, he felt uncomfortable from head to heart.
“I’ll take her ho first, and we’ll have another chance to drink!” With that, Arnold Johnson helped Victoria Garcia to her feet, intending to leave.
However, Victoria Garcia pouted and tugged at the corner of Arnold Johnson’s shirt, chuckling, “How did you get here? Why didn’t you stay with your Chloe?”
“So, did you co here because you wanted a drink?” Victoria Garcia grinned as if it was perfectly reasonable. “Since you wanted to have a drink, sit down and enjoy.”
Vitoria Garcia, a little drunk, made Arnold Johnson’s head ache.
“Victoria, I’m taking you ho,” Arnold Johnson insisted.
Victoria Garcia suddenly swung away from him and said unhappily, “I don’t want to go ho. It’s just there, so cold and lonely. Here, it’s so lively, with friends and drinks, hehe…”
With that, Victoria Garcia tried to drink again, but after searching for a while, she couldn’t find any alcohol. “Where’s the alcohol… Where is it…?”
The next second.
Victoria Garcia wrapped her arms around Arnold Johnson’s neck and said, “Handso, pour a drink!”
After saying that, she playfully hooked Arnold Johnson’s chin with her finger and flirtatiously said, “This boy is so handso, just as handso as my Arnold Johnson, haha…”
“…”
At this mont, Victoria Garcia was even more drunk and couldn’t tell who was who.
Arnold Johnson took advantage of the gap while she was flirting with him and directly scooped her up in a princess hold.
“Mr. Davis, I’m leaving!”
For Arnold Johnson, this was already incredibly polite to him.
If it were any other man drinking with Victoria Garcia, maybe he would have swung a punch.
No matter what, Francis Davis had saved Victoria Garcia’s life.
So, until he found out if he was the one who hypnotized Victoria Garcia, he should maintain a sense of gratitude towards Francis Davis.
Francis Davis acknowledged quickly, payed the bill, and imdiately followed out.
By the ti he left the Public House, Victoria Garcia had been carried into the car by Arnold Johnson.
The next second.
The car drove out of his line of sight.
Watching the car rge into traffic and disappear in less than a minute, Francis Davis felt that ti seed so long, so long that he wanted to chase after them in his car several tis but eventually gave up on the decision.
Since Arnold Johnson had returned, he naturally had to reclaim everything that belonged to her, piece by piece.
Francis Davis’s hands clenched into fists, and the gentle, handso face no longer had the warm smile, instead replaced by a chilling, nacing coldness.
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