Chapter 487 A Ghost In Daylight

On Monday, Zac and Leila flew to France by the same flight. Essie set off after them.

For safety, she only brought Mili without bringing Dot with her. She couldn't draw faces for Dot every day. It would be terrible if Zac suddenly appeared and saw Dot without a painting face.

With these thoughts in her mind, Essie was in a very complicated and uneasy mood. Provence is a small city. Maybe one day when she went shopping, Leila would come across her. What's more, enemies were bound to meet in a narrow alley. The more people wanted to avoid, the more likely they would meet.

But he had his own ways.

He sent Leila to live in a villa in the north of Provence, and arranged Essie to live in a manor in the south. It was a two-hour drive from there, so it was almost impossible for them to meet each other.

When she saw the purple lavender field outside the window, Essie felt relieved. If she hadn't been bothered by the demon king for a whole week, she would have liked to go to a small town with Mili.

However, this wish could not be realized.

In the evening, Zac came.

"How did you sneak out?" she asked with a mixture of tease and surprise.

"I have my own ways," Zac shrugged and said lightly. With Ford, his double body, he could leave anytime and anywhere at night. Besides, he had prepared a lot of 'good stuff' for Leila, which could make her unable to go out of the villa for a week.

"You'd better not bring any trouble to me." Essie rolled her eyes at him. Leila was as vicious and evil as Valery. She didn't want to be harmed by them all the time.

"It's good to have a vacation. Don't think too much." Zac gently flicked her forehead to stop her messy thoughts.

Mili climbed onto his lap and sat down. "Daddy, where are we going tomorrow?"

"You go to town with mommy tomorrow. I'll come to you in the afternoon and have dinner with you." Stroking her head in a doting manner, Zac turned his eyes to look at Essie. "Why don't you bring Dot with you?"

"He caught a cold in the past few days. I didn't take him with me because I was afraid that he might have trouble with the new environment," Essie said lightly. She had come up with an excuse before.

Zac nodded and didn't ask any more. The climate in Europe was different from that in Dragon City. It was inevitable that children would be unaccustomed to local climate because of their weak body.

Mili stretched out her arms and wrapped them around his neck. "Daddy, are you on a honeymoon with a bad mistress or hanging out with us on a vacation?"

"What do you think?" Zac kissed her pink face.

"I don't want dad to spend a honeymoon with a bad mistress. I want you to spend a holiday with us," Mili said in a sweet voice as she rubbed his face with her chubby little face.

"Okay, I will listen to you, my little princess." Zac said with a smile. He came here with his wife and kids on holiday, Leila was just dragged in to avoid her making trouble.

He stayed one night and didn't go back until the next morning.

Essie took some Mili

just had a walk in the garden after dinner," Mary said. The time difference between Dragon City and Provence was more than seven hours. This time in Provence it would be eleven o'clock at noon, and the time in Dragon City would be eighteen o'clock in the evening.

"Where is Rabi?" Zac asked. He wanted to know whether she was lying or not.

"Daisy and mommy are watching cartoons with him in the living room," Mary replied without hesitation.

"Where's daddy?" Zac asked.

"Play chess with your grandpa in the study," Mary gave him a straight answer.

When they were talking on the phone, Essie put her ear to the side of the phone and listened in secret. Their words confused her.

She had seen Mary clearly on the street. Why did she come back to Dragon City at this time? 'Does she have the avatar skill?'

After hanging up the phone, a bit of unexplainable temptation flashed through Zac's eyes. "Perhaps you're wrong. My mommy is still in Dragon City."

"That's impossible. I saw it clearly. It's really grandma." Mili folded her arms across her chest, stubbornly looking, and her eyesight was good. "Although she has changed her hairstyle, I can recognize her at a glance."

"Change her hairstyle?" A trace of hesitation flashed through Zac's eyes. He asked carefully, "What's her hair style?"

"A slightly curly short hair," Mili said.

"I'm telling the truth. Your grandma loves her black hair very much. She won't have her hair cut short," Zac said affirmatively. Her mother always wore her hair in a bun, which would never change.

"How come?" Mili pouted. "I'm afraid grandma was wearing a wig because she didn't want to be recognized. She lied to you on the phone. In fact, as soon as we arrived in Provence, she was ready to launch an ambush, which took us by surprise. "

Her analysis was logical and reasonable, but Essie was still silent. She was in complete chaos. If the situation was not like Mili analysis, then, had they seen a ghost?

But it was daytime, how could there be ghosts?