His Beloved Mate

Chapter 28 Set A Trap

It was not until Cassie saw the security guards rushing in that she realized what was going on.

Damn it! It sounded like a trap. To put it bluntly, it was a gay play! She didn't expect that Dylan was so

scheming?

-

In the corridor of the hotel.

Cassie followed Dylan and turned a corner, followed by a row of bodyguards. Her long hair flickered

with her movements. She walked into the room in high heels.

"I didn't expect Mr. Adam has such a quirk." said Dylan, looking at Adam with a cold face.

It was not until now that Adam realized that it was Simon who came to the appointment!

He looked at Simon in horror. "Why are you here?! No..."

With a pitiful look on his face, Simon said, "Mr. Dylan! Please uphold justice for me. Mr. Adam..."

Cassie frowned, "Adam, I didn't expect..."

Obviously, Adam was still in the dark. He looked at the three people in front of him in astonishment.

The police had handcuffed him.

Simon said angrily, "Mr. Adam, you I will protect my reputation!"

The police came in. Adam wanted to explain, but how could he make it clear now?

Was he going to slap himself in front of Dylan? Should he said he didn't want to give up the two million

and wanted to get it back?!

Moreover, everyone knew that at the annual meeting, Cassie was the wife of Mr. Dylan. He had the

guts to seduce Mrs. Dylan! Now he was caught in adultery and couldn't even explain it!

Dylan looked the police, "Why don't you take him away? !"

Hearing this, the police took Adam away in a hurry.

-

After Adam was taken away by the police, Simon was still pretending to cry.

With a cunning smile, Cassie bumped into Simon's shoulder and said in a low voice, "All right, they

have left. You don't have to pretend anymore."

Simon's voice trailed off. With a blush on his face, he said, "Mr. Dylan, for you and Mrs. Dylan's sake, I

have lost my innocence..."

Glancing at him, Dylan said in a cheerful voice, "I'll give you a pay rise next year."

Upon hearing this, Simon looked at him in surprise. "Thank you, Mr. Dylan!"

In a low voice, Cassie said, "I'll double your annual bonus this year!"

"Double? Sure. You pay."

Damn it! So stingy?!

Simon looked at Cassie expectantly.

With a stiff smile on her face, Cassie plucked up her courage and said to Simon, "Ah. Simon. I think the

pay rise is already very good. You don't have to double your year-end bonus.

Simon looked at Cassie in disappointment, "What? Mrs. Dylan, don't be so naughty."

Cassie chuckled, "Well, it doesn't matter. I can give it the next time."

"Do you want to do it again? !"

Cassie shook her head and stammered, "I... I mean I'll give him a reward next time he does something

good!"

Holding her hand, Dylan got into the car and said, "Let's go home."

-

The night fell.

In the West Mountain Linyu, Dylan stood in front of the French window of the bedroom, tall and

resolute.

He said to the person on the other end of the phone, "I know. Anyway, let Simon accuse Adam of

attempted rape. In addition, you expose the news and fired him. I don't want to see him again in H city

in a short time."

"Okay, I see."

If he dared to have a crush on his woman, he had to pay a price that he would never forget!

On the second day, Cassie sat in the living room downstairs to have breakfast. The sunshine poured

into the dining room, and on the long western table, there were Eustoma and baby's breath. The

breakfast with sunshine and flowers looked good.

She took a sip of milk. With a mysterious look on her face, Cheryl came over and said, "I have a good

news for you."

Out of curiosity, Cassie asked, "What good news?"

Cheryl asked, "Didn't Mr. Dylan tell you? Adam was charged with rape and sentenced for three months.

Moreover, Mr. Dylan has fired him for the reason that he didn't establish a good personal image as the

company's management, but slandered the company!"

Cassie raised her eyebrows and smiled, "It's indeed a good news."

Humph! The jerk deserved it! He betrayed her and find Alice as his girlfriend. After that, he borrowed

money from her.

She picked up a piece of bread and ate it. "Cheryl, can you help me find a moving company later?"

Cheryl was stunned and looked at her in surprise. "You are moving? !"

Cassie explained, "It's not that I want to move. I'm helping my father move."

Sean was suffering from ALS, and it was inconvenient for him to move. Maggie used to take care of

him, but now Maggie had passed away, and nurses in the hospital were taking care of him.

The house Dylan bought couldn't be left. Cassie didn't want to owe him anything. Although he gave her NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

the house, she had to pay him back. She didn't like to owe others anything.

Cheryl nodded, "Okay. I'll contact it for you later."

"I'll go with you." Dylan straightened his tie and walked to the dining room.

Cassie said curiously, "It's strange. Why haven't you gone to work today?"

It was known to all that time was like life for a capitalist. He got up before she woke up.

One day, she asked Belle when Dylan usually got up. Belle's answer was unforgettable to her.

Four o'clock. Yes! It was four o'clock in the morning! !

"Hello, Mr. Dylan." Cheryl said and then left the dining room in silence.

Dylan pulled out a chair and sat opposite Cassie "It's weekend."

Oh, it seems to be. She was so stupid to write the book recently.

Dylan looked at her face carefully. After a while, Cassie raised her head in confusion and asked, "Is

there anything on my face?"

The sun shone on Cassie, outlining a circle of fluffy golden edge.

She was wearing a white sweater, her hair in a bun, and the corner of her mouth was stained with milk.

Dylan took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her face.

Cassie blushed and faltered, "Thank you."

-

Cassie went back to the old neighborhood to pack up her things.

Dylan sat on the sofa and looked at the stock on his phone. He said to Cassie, "Did you leave any

token when you were adopted?"

After thinking for a while, Cassie answered, "I don't know. When I was adopted by the director of the

orphanage, I was only four or five years old. The director said that I was lying at the gate of the

orphanage, and the surveillance camera of that era hadn't covered. So I can't find anything."

She said, "Maybe I was seriously ill at that time, and my family was poor to support me, so I was sent

to an orphanage."

"Do you remember the name of the orphanage?"