Chapter 707 Who Is He (1)

Looking at the face that was so close to her, Consuela kept silent for a long time before she asked, "Where is he?"

But now she was still thinking about the other man? With a long face, Richie said, "He's fine. He just fell asleep."

Just fell asleep?

"What did you do to him?"

"You are hardly able to save yourself, let alone anyone else. Do you still think of him?"

"……"

Consuela was forced to get in Richie's car. She sat on the passenger seat and was watched by the man from time to time. The boy and Terence were sitting on the back seat.

She cleared her throat and said calmly, "Do you know that you are kidnapping illegally? I can sue you."

"You can sue me as you like. If you can sue me successfully, I will admit defeat." The man's arrogant smile revealed the most realistic situation.

Cold sweat began to break out on Consuela's back. The little girl slept soundly in Consuela's arms until Richie drove her directly to the villa where they used to live.

The man got off the car first and said to the servant, "Take the man in the back seat to the hospital."

He frowned, as if mocking the man who was not beaten hard.

When Consuela heard that and was about to stop them, the boy in the back seat got out of the car. He glanced at her and said in a low voice, "Dad... Is this my mother?"

"Yes," replied Richie quickly.

"Then why doesn't she seem to like me very much?" His words were like a slap in Consuela's face, numb with pain.

Consuela lowered her head. For a moment, her righteous indignation was like a balloon with a hole in it and was completely deflated.

She wanted to shake her head to deny, but the boy didn't give her the chance. He directly entered the villa and said, "Since she doesn't like me, I won't call her mom."

Lethe looked more and more like his father. At such a young age, he looked lonely, which made Consuela's heart beat faster.

That was her child, her only son. How could she hate

chie had a hunch that this duplicitous woman was lying.

No one would give their daughter such a name without any interest in another person.

In his opinion, Consuela named their daughter Richelle meant that she still missed him.

"I just think this name sounds good. Don't think too much. Don't make people suspect you have mental problems."

"I don't think I'm a fool who will easily believe your nonsense. Since you don't want to tell the truth, then don't leave."

"You're being unreasonable!"

With an ambiguous smile on his face, Richie said, "Since you're back, there's no place for you to go so you must live in a hotel. It's better to come back here than a hotel where many people have slept."

"……" Consuela raised her hand, not knowing what to say. She wanted to slap him to death, but she was afraid that there would be other accident.

Just when the two of them were in a stalemate, a car suddenly stopped in front of the villa. The coquettish fiery red color showed that the owner was uninhibited.

Frowning, Consuela watched the car stop only ten centimeters away from her. After a long while, the door was opened. The first part to get out of the car was a pair of straight legs, and then the person's good figure.

The person smiled and asked, "Richie, what are you doing?"