Chapter 162 Photos Exposed (6)

Almost before he finished his words, the woman's warm eyes fell on Consuela. She looked so decent that no one could dare to make any other improper expressions.

"Does Consuela know him?" After the surprise, Wendy slightly frowned and asked.

Not only did Richie want to know who she was, but the members of the Ye Clan had been collecting information since they had met her.

She had been told about Consuela's conditions, but she hadn't heard of any valuable information between the two.

Under Wendy's gaze, Consuela grinned stiffly. She was frustrated and cursed the man who was none of his business. "Yes," she answered even though she didn't deny it

The man sitting on the sofa raised his hand to give a light cough, as if trying to remind her of something.

"Not really, but I will try my best to persuade him. Mom, just wait for the good news." Said Consuela calmly, looking into the woman's eyes with expectation.

She was indeed not familiar with the man they talked. She could even count her hands with the man. There was no friendship between them. They were not close at all.

The bond they maintained was only Debbie, as if they were detached but also intimate.

She didn't want to force anyone to do anything for her, but it was okay to convey her words.

Wendy heaved a long sigh. It was hard to tell whether she was at east or worried.

"He's always a willful boy. No one can force him to make a decision. I'm glad that Consuela is willing to persuade him."

Consuela nodded her head. She didn't feel guilty anymore.

After sending his mother away, Richie went upstairs with a cup of coffee and went straight to the study. Watching him leave, Consuela went upstairs as well and went back to the master bedroom.

'It seems like we have kept all our original topics into the file, waiting for the next time when we get angry with each other and accumulate our emotions, ' she thought.

Consuela took her handbag, forgetting about the photos inside. After she went back to her bedroom, she threw her ha

r and pushed his chair away.

"I don't know why you always say things unpleasant recently. You're itchy, aren't you?"

When Tim thought the man would not answer, the man suddenly spoke. But what he said was threatening him to give up getting the answer.

Obviously, Richie was trying to avoid the conflict, which made Tim sigh deeply.

Tim felt sorry for Consuela meeting an affectionate and loving man.

But nobody except himself knew whether he was still thinking of his old lover or the old relationship.

Either of them wasn't a piece of good news for Consuela, the mistress of the Ye Clan, or for Richie's admirers.

As soon as he finished his words, Tim collapsed the documents in his hand on the table. His face turned pale. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

The man on the other side of the phone took a drag on his cigarette and slowly puffed out a white smoke ring. He stood in front of the French window and looked up at the scenery in the distance.

Richie narrowed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking about.

Strangely enough, before he was about to hang up the phone, he said, "something is not as simple as what you heard."

It implied the usual smart man.

Before Tim could say anything, Richie hung up the phone. Tim put down the phone which had already been hung up and pressed the red hang up button.