Miss Mystery Got Busted

Chapter 1477 Scream-

Bai Chunhua can't answer the words. Fortunately, Li Shilong can bring topics, and Li Baiqing is there,

which doesn't embarrass the scene.

After almost ten minutes, Bai Chunhua still didn't see Timothy Greene coming down.

She smiled and said to Li Shilong: "Sorry, Ting Shen is having an emergency meeting and can't come

down for the time being."

Li Shilong: "It doesn't matter, men's career is the most important."

Bai Chunhua sat for another two minutes, then deliberately wet his clothes with tea, said excuse me,

and went upstairs.

Li Shilong looked at Li Baiqing sideways: "He didn't take you to heart. What do you see in him?"

Li Baiqing: "There are so many reasons to like it. Anyway, my father thinks it is good, doesn't he?"

Li Shilong: "Then you have to hurry, there is not much time."

Upstairs.

Bai Chunhua angrily went directly to open Timothy Greene's door.

I don't even have the most basic courtesy to knock on the door.

As soon as he entered, he saw Timothy Greene sitting on the balcony with an easel in front of him,

drawing pictures.

The picture is the back of a woman, with no face, not even a side face.

Bai Chunhua couldn't see who Timothy Greene painted, but the only woman she could think of was

Miranda Sanchez, who was already dead.

Think of Timothy Greene painting here for a long dead woman instead of seeing his fiancee

downstairs.

Bai Chunhua was furious and reached forward to tear off the picture.

Timothy Greene said angrily, "Give me back the painting."

Bai Chunhua didn't return it, but also tore the painting to pieces and fell on Timothy Greene's face. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Timothy Greene looked at Bai Chunhua coldly without saying a word.

Bai Chunhua inexplicably saw the murder that night from Timothy Greene's eyes.

Her heart thumped.

But think about it, it is broad daylight, and Timothy Greene is still her own son.

It shouldn't be enough to beat her and kill her, should it?

Timothy Greene looked at Bai Chunhua: "Mother, pick it up."

This kind of order made Bai Chunhua angry: "Timothy Greene, I am your mother. Do you talk to me like

this?"

"Pick it up! Not a piece falls."

This is the only sentence Timothy Greene repeated.

Bai Chunhua became more and more angry: "It's just a woman, a woman who doesn't love you. You

have to care about your fiancee for this woman."

"Do you want to die alone?"

"Do you want to go against your grandfather's last wish?"

Timothy Greene still stared at Bai Chunhua coldly: "Pick it up."

Bai Chunhua's angry voice is louder: "Timothy Greene, don't you dare to read that woman again, don't

say that I tore her painting today, and tomorrow I will dare to go to Miranda Sanchez's grave and dig

her grave!"

Timothy Greene frowned slightly.

He painted it, not Miranda Sanchez.

Mother misunderstood, but there was no need to explain.

Timothy Greene still said the same thing, and even he said it just to endure greater rage.

That kind of rage, which he could hardly restrain.

Bai Chunhua couldn't pick up a few pieces at all, and stepped on the shredded paper that fell to the

ground.

This is not enough, and he bowed his head and spat.

"Bah, bitch, how long have you been dead and still hooked my son?"

"So embarrassed, who is reborn, reborn to be a hen and a bus in the next life... ah!"

Bai Chunhua said, the whole body suddenly out of control was pushed down.

The whole person fell down on the easel, and she screamed out in pain.