Chapter 663 You Can't Lose Any of Them

It was already late when the plane arrived at the airport of the capital city.

The plane slowly landed and glided. Cassandra leaned against Martin and turned on her phone.

In the past few days, nothing serious had happened in the capital city. Jack didn't seem to be in a good condition, but he could still be used at a critical time. It was enough to leave the company to him alone.

However, as soon as Cassandra turned on her phone, an overwhelming number of call reminders and messages flooded in, which made her hands numb.

Cassandra frowned and opened the message.

"Damn it! What's wrong with you, Samuel? Call me back! "

"Help, Samuel!"

"Samuel! ! If you don't show up, I'll be tortured to death! "

"Samuel! Samuel! Please, answer me! "

"Say something..."

"Help me up. I can still fight three hundred more rounds!"

Cassandra was confused. What was going on? Didn't everything go well in the morning? What happened in the past few hours? Why did Jack react so strongly?

When Cassandra was about to call back, her phone rang. It was Jack.

Cassandra pinched between her eyebrows, slid the screen and pressed the phone against her ear. At the other end of the phone, there was a scream, "Ah! Samuel, you finally turned on the phone! Where are you? Turned into a butterfly and flew away? We are going to be bullied to death. Help! "

Cassandra touched her forehead speechlessly, "What's going on? Tell me slowly. I just got off the plane."

On the other side of the phone, Jack immediately stood up from the sofa with a whoosh, looking exhausted. "You're back! That's great! Well, can you come to the film and television city right now? Police station. "

Cassandra was stunned, "Police station?"

Jack tried his best to explain the whole story in a short tone. The general meaning was that Johnny seemed to have a conflict with the crew next door when he was filming in the film and television city. They had already solved it, but no one knew who was stupid enough to bring the police here. Now

r another man, and he had to pretend to be magnanimous.

Martin kept silent for two seconds and looked up at Moore who was with his legs crossed and headphones in his ears. "Moore."

Although Moore had headphones on his ears, there seemed to be a small radar in his brain. As soon as he heard Martin call him, he jumped up from the sofa, with a little joy in his bright eyes. "Hmm?"

Lowering his eyes, Martin said, "You go to the film and television city with Cassandra."

Moore was speechless.

Cassandra, "..."

What the hell was going on?

Why did she have to bring such a big son with her when she went to work?

Most importantly, his son was obviously a father doting maniac... Would she be killed by this bastard?

Cassandra felt that she had gone through a catastrophe, and her expression was broken inch by inch, and Moore was not much better. Her face suddenly sank, and his fingers unconsciously clenched into fists.

Therefore, after the two of them refused each other in disgust, Martin threw a car key to Moore.

The moment he took the car key, he wished he could crush it into ashes!

Why did he hurt him so much?

He was still a baby!

Cassandra also had a helpless expression on her face. She knelt down and asked the God to give her some advice. How could she get along with his eldest son?

She was in a hurry!