After hanging up, Olive Steele looked at the time, "Mrs. Qin, it's just three o'clock, and you still have an
hour to arrive at Hengdu. Remember, Alan will wait for you until four o'clock. If you're late, it's done. "
Naturally, Mrs. Qin couldn't wait to rush over, and she forgot to say thank you to her.
Olive Steele didn't care about this. Even if she said the so-called thank you, it was hypocritical. She just
breathed a sigh of relief and finally sent the woman away. She didn't know what Alan Hoyle would do.
Although the Qin family was not kind, there was no need to push them into desperation.
However, she thought that he did this must for some reason.
As she was about to walk to the elevator, she looked up and saw Mrs. Hoyle standing in front, looking
at her indifferently.
"You are pretty good, you can let my son clean up those people who have offended you. It seems that I
have to be careful too, I'm not sure when will you let my son do the same thing to me."
Olive Steele had a headache. What's going on here? It seemed that she was the kind of vicious
maiden who had revenge.
"Mrs. Hoyle, you can rest assured that your conjectures will never come true." She smiled, crossed
Mrs. Hoyle, entered the elevator, and her bitter smile was reflected in the bright mirror.
She wanted to have a relationship with this mother-in-law. She didn't expect to be as close as the
normal parents, but at least they could be like an ordinary a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law, she
wanted that there could be some peaceful times when they met. But not everything could be what she
expected.
What she didn't know was that the place where Mrs. Hoyle was going at the moment was her home.
Chloe Malan was still taking a nap, replenishing her energy for the night's work, and suddenly heard a
knock on the door.
She went to open the door and saw an elegant strange woman standing at the door, "Who are you?"
"This is the home of Olive Steele?" Mrs. Hoyle asked, with a kind expression on her face.
"Yes."
"I'm looking for her parents." Mrs. Hoyle explained her intentions.
"They are not at home, but you can come in now. I'll call them and they will be back soon." Chloe
Malan let her in, but wondered who this person was. Yeah, she's well dressed.
"Thank you." Mrs. Hoyle walked in and stood in the middle of the living room looking at the house. The
small layout and simple furniture made a little disdain show in her eyes.
Chloe Malan made a cup of tea and handed it to her, "Have a seat, and I will call them."
"Okay." Mrs. Hoyle glanced at her wrinkled pajamas with disdain, seeing that this woman was almost
the same age as Olive Steele. Was not Olive Steele the only daughter? Who was she?
The proud Mrs. Hoyle didn't ask, even didn't want to drink the tea in the cup, the rough tea leaves
made her lose her appetite.
Ten minutes later, Mr. Steele and Mrs. Steele opened the door, "I am Alan Hoyle's mother."
The figure of Chloe Malan, who was going to go back to the room to sleep, was stunned there. Was
this the old witch from the Hoyle family? The good impression at first sight plummeted, and she stood
aside indifferently, watching the old witch trying to make troubles while her son and Olive Steele were
away.
Mr. Steele and Mrs. Steele were very surprised, "Mrs. Hoyle..."
"I'm here today to talk about the relationship between your daughter and my son. I don't agree with
that." Mrs. Hoyle spoke very softly, but her words of disagreement were soft and clever, they were
thorny.
Chloe Malan was a bit impulsive, but she was secretly stopped by Mrs. Steele. The couple had known
the result for a long time, so it was not surprising.
Mrs. Steele smiled lightly, "Mrs. Hoyle, you want us to persuade Olive to divorce Alan?"
Mrs. Hoyle said, "It's a pleasure to talk to smart people. I just want to let them divorce, and then I will
arrange for you a place to live happily. You can choose to stay in domestic or foreign countries, but you
can't contact my son ever since. Naturally, I also won't let my son find you. How much you want? Give
me a number."
Mrs. Steele said lightly on the side, "I just don't know how much you can give."
Chloe Malan was confused but did not say a word.
Mrs. Hoyle took out the check from the exquisite LV bag, fill in the number on it, and pushed it over, "I
think, these are enough for your family to have a good life in the rest of life."
Mrs. Steele counted it earnestly, and she laughed, "Seven zeros, ten million, Mrs. Hoyle, so your son's
happiness in your eyes is ten times that of five years ago, but I still feel sorrow for him."
Mrs. Hoyle's expression stagnated, "What do you mean."
"She meant we want to ask you to take your check and leave our home." Mr. Steele, who had not
spoken before, indifferently answered.
Mrs. Hoyle got up angrily, "Although my son is obsessed with your daughter now, but without the Hoyle
group, do you think how long he can protect you?"
"That's also something Alan should explain to us, it's not something about the money, Mrs. Hoyle." Mrs.
Steele said lightly.
"At that time, he will not be able to protect himself. Do you think you can get more from him? I advise
you not to be too greedy." Mrs. Hoyle reminded.
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