Chapter 484 Endless Pain

Carlos was a little stunned. He put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table.

"Do you want to say that to me at this late hour?"

Ivan chuckled, "no, of course I have something important to tell you. Three years ago, George used a deep hypnosis on Celia. After George disappeared, the whole thing was suspended. "

"What? Have you found a way to break it? "

Carlos stared at him.

Obviously, he didn't know. In fact, Celia had regained her consciousness at that time.

"Kind of."

The man in the video took off his glasses and leaned against the shift chair behind him. His unrestrained action showed his inexplicable boldness.

At this time, Carlos also leaned against the window behind him. "But I don't know if it's still useful to say that now?"

"What? Didn't you find Celia, or... She has already... "

Carlos thought highly of himself, but sometimes when he faced the man in the video, he also felt that he was in a trance. The man in the video was so smart that it might not be easy to describe him as smart.

Ivan looked at him with a smile.

"Sometimes you just think too much. As long as you can get what you want, what else does it matter?"

Hearing this, Carlos was a little stunned and was bewitched by the meaning of it.

After a video call, in the apartment of A City, Carlos was still sleepless all night as before.

In the end, he decided to stay in the study. Thinking of what Ivan had said to him, he couldn't help but have an impulse.

Just then, his phone rang.

The phone was from a strange number. He didn't know who it was. He answered, "who are you looking for?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

Just when Carlos decided to hang up the phone, he heard the voice over there, "uncle."

"Willie?" Carlos was shocked. He narrowed his eyes and said in a softer voice, "why do you call me at this time? Uncle thought... You already hate me. "

"Yes, I don't like Uncle very much. But I think it's necessary to tell you something."

At this time, Carlos clenched his phone tightly. "What's the matter?"

"We will go back tomorrow." On the other side of the line, Willie said, "besides, mom has agreed to father Ray's proposal. They should hold their wedding when we go back. Winnie is very happy about this. I also think my mother's choice may be right. "

Carlos didn't hear anything at the moment, and only the two words "get married" were lingering in his mind.

Celia really agreed to that man's proposal!

"Uncle

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

t her, she should accept it! She would usually accept the dolls given to her by those uncles.

At this time, Willie also asked, "yes, why don't you accept it?"

However, Celia was determined. She pushed the painting away and said to Boris, "sorry, we have to go."

Boris was stunned there. What should he do? He had never been so helpless. He couldn't force Celia to have it. Even if he forced her to take it, she might abandon it in the blink of an eye. He could clearly feel that Celia was not the same as Celia three years ago. Her expression and eyes were cold, as if she really didn't care at all.

At this moment, Celia and the others had got on the car. When the car was started, Boris suddenly said with a painting in his hand, "Boss sent his wife away not only because he thought he was dying, but also because..."

But before he could finish his words, the car drove away quickly.

Boris didn't know if Celia had heard it or not. When he looked down at the painting in his hand, it began to rain heavily. Standing in the rain, he took out his phone and dialed Carlos' number. "Boss, painting... Miss Ling didn't take it. She left now. "

There was no response from the other end of the line, but Boris could actually feel the constant pain from the other side.

After a long time, a slightly hoarse voice came from the radio, "I know."

Before Boris could say anything more, the man on the other end of the line hung up.

Boris stood in the heavy rain with the painting in his hands. When he looked down at the painting again, the paper wrapped in the outside had been wet by the rain.

Only then did Boris see clearly what the painting was...