funbook-pk Chapter 1152: Her Eyes Turned Red Before She Could Speak
Chapter 1152: Her Eyes Turned Red Before She Could Speak
"Xiny, you and Bella’s boyfriend know each other, right? Did you two date before?"Lily Johnson moved closer with a smiling face, probing as she asked.
Xylia Xandrell’s steps suddenly halted. She turned her head, anger in her eyes.
"Mom, I have nothing to do with that man at all. Don’t go imagining things that aren’t there. If you make Bella angry, don’t even think about her lending you that fifty million!"
Xylia rarely lost her temper like this, and it scared Lily so much that she shrank her neck.
On any other day, she would definitely have grabbed Xylia by the ear and yelled at her, but right now she was in the wrong, and on top of that, the fifty million frightened her into silence.
But in her heart, she hadn’t let this matter go.
She had heard every single word of their conversation just now, not missing a syllable.
She had no idea what kind of person Bella Green’s boyfriend was, but she knew that fifty million had come from that man.
Just now, Xylia said that man gave her fifty million and told her to leave Brocade City...
Lily’s eyes rolled, whirling with calculation, and her gaze fell on Xylia’s back as schemes began to form in her heart...
...
"Boss, it’s done."
The man sitting in the executive chair, facing the floor‑to‑ceiling windows, lifted his hand with a wave, and Elliot Morris immediately withdrew from the office.
Mason Bennett’s features were cold and stern. Staring at the forest of skyscrapers outside the window, his brows and eyes were as dark and icy as winter.
The moment he heard that Bella Green was together with Xylia Xandrell, his heart had almost leapt out of his chest.
That extreme sense of panic was something he still couldn’t calm down from.
Judging from Bella’s tone on the phone, it seemed Xylia hadn’t said anything to her.
Even so, he still couldn’t settle.
A moment later, the man suddenly stood up, grabbed the overcoat beside him, and strode out.
He took the elevator straight down to the garage, got in the car, and headed directly for Cloudfall Mountain.
...
Bella Green had a night scene today, but her condition was terrible. After several NGs, Matthew Timberlake simply switched in someone else and told her to adjust her state first.
On the lounge chair, Bella hugged a hand warmer, eyes half‑closed, her complexion terribly bad.
Leo Foster looked at her worriedly and couldn’t help asking, "What happened? Is your cousin’s issue hard to resolve? Do you want to call President Bennett?"
Leo only assumed she was worried about Xylia’s situation.
At the word "cousin," Bella’s brows knit slightly, and her heart twinged along with them.
"Don’t call him. It’s already been taken care of. I just got a bit carsick; I’ll be fine after some rest."
Leo naturally didn’t believe that. Carsick? Bella had been riding in his car for so long and he had never once seen her get carsick.
And when she came out of Dragondale, her state was already off. How could it just be carsickness?
"You really don’t plan on telling me? If you can’t get your state right, you won’t be able to act."
Leo said.
Bella tugged at the corner of her lips, her voice light and drifting: "It’s really nothing. Let me rest a bit, I’ll get my state back soon. Don’t worry."
Leo had just opened his mouth to speak when he saw a man in a dark long robe walking over unhurriedly. His brows drew together slightly, and he didn’t say anything more.
Louis Lawrence looked at the girl with the deathly pale face and closed eyes, saying nothing. His gaze flickered, but his steps never paused as he walked to the chair beside her. Lifting his robe, he also sat down.
"If you’re not in good shape, go back and rest. You’ve already rushed through quite a few scenes in the daytime."
Hearing the familiar voice in her ear, Bella turned her body, opened her eyes, and looked at Louis.
She didn’t know why, but the emotions she’d been holding back so hard, the moment she saw Louis—
The grievance in her heart seemed to magnify countless times, impossible to suppress. Before she even spoke, her eyes were already red.
Seeing her eyes like a little rabbit’s, a sharp glint flashed suddenly at the bottom of his gaze, and he straightened up.
Narrowing his eyes, he spoke in a dangerously low tone.
"What happened?"