Chapter 858 Disturbance At The Party (Part One)

Name：Contract With The Devil: Perfect Lover Author：Tree
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With a glass of wine in her hand, Lucille smiled and silently looked at the Qin family members who were interviewed by reporters. In the outsiders' eyes, she was the Mrs. Qin that everyone envied, but in the eyes of Yara and Aaron, she was merely a substitute, who was not even allowed to get close to Quincy.

But Wanda was dead, and all of her possessions would belong to her sooner or later. No one had the right to boss her around.

All of a sudden, she heard a reporter ask, "Mr. Qin, if what you said is true and Miss Yara is really the victim of this case, then why did we hear that you removed her from the position of the manager of the financial department? And now Miss Lucille Lin, your fiancee, is currently the manager of the financial department. Everyone knows that the financial department of a company must be taken charge of by a person trusted by the boss. Does this mean that there is already a rift between you and Miss Yara?"

Hearing this, Lucille frowned slightly and walked over with a smile. She said softly, "I hea

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l make up." Lucille called a waitress. Quincy couldn't refuse her, so he had to ask the waitress to help him leave.

His head seemed to be about to explode.

Looking at the back of Quincy, Lucille drank another glass of wine and wiped the corners of her eyes with her back to everyone. 'I'm sorry, but only in this way could I really get you, ' she thought.

Malia felt hotter and hotter. She tried to pull down her collar, but failed. She groaned in pain.

The waitress led Quincy into the room, closed the door and left. Without turning on the light, Quincy staggered towards the bed.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, a hand suddenly put on his waist, together with a woman's painful groan. He felt his body tighten.

He wanted to turn on the light, but his body began to react uncontrollably. Holding the waist of Quincy, Malia climbed up to his body. She held his face in her hands and grumbled unhappily, "Don't move. I can't see you clearly. I feel dizzy. Why do you have so many faces? Don't move. I told you not to move."