Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 1157 - Protecting her secretly

"Vivian? Vivian?"

Edward shouted a few times, but jerked awake from his sleep.

"Hoo~"

Seeing the environment clearly, Edward breathed a long sigh of relief, hanging heart fell.

Raising his hand and rubbing his temples, he closed his eyes and sat on his bed in contemplation.

The mind turned over and over is a scene in the dream, although it is a dream, but that real, so that his

heart thumping straight, a long time can not calm the mood.

After sitting for a while, Edward could not settle down and called Vivian again with his cell phone.

But the result was the same as in the afternoon, no matter how many times I called, the status was

unreachable.

Edward was very uneasy and finally dialed Ashtyn's number.

Ashtyn is his right-hand assistant Ricardo's sister, he came out of the army, Ricardo also followed him

out, his sister also left the army one after another, and has been working with him since then.

Absolutely faithful and reliable.

"Doodle doo ......"

The phone rang a few times and the other party answered, "Mr. Henderson, what can I do for you?"

"I want you to buy the nearest ticket to Motril immediately, find Vivian, and protect her secretly."

"Yes."

"Also, find out who she has around her."

"Yes, I'll do it right away."

Ashtyn responded and immediately hung up.

On the contrary, Edward leaned on the head of the bed and could not sleep for a long time.

The real killer of Ashtyn is still unknown, he needs to go to Motril himself, find Steven, and line up

exactly who purchased the K4 solid gold pistol from him before he can find the other party.

Likewise, he had some more opportunities to meet Vivian.

But for some reason, Edward is still a little worried about Vivian's safety ......

Sitting from 4 a.m. until 6 a.m., Edward contacted his men and gathered at the door.

At eight o'clock in the morning, a line of black Audi's arrived in front of the Henderson Family home.

At the head of the line is Edward's car.

The man pushed open the car door and got out, the first was a dark shiny leather shoes, and then he

bent out and stood outside the car in a straight line.

The cold wind negative, blowing his black windbreaker hunting, gray scarf swaying with the wind,

handsome and deep features do not smile, the aura is forced.

In just a moment, he reverted to his former noble and high-minded imperial style, showing unrestrained

and arrogance between his hands and feet.

Standing outside the car, Edward pulled out a cigarette from the box, held it in his mouth, blocked the

wind with one hand, fought the fire with the other, lit the cigarette, barred a few puffs, thin lips

swallowed the fog.

Light smoke slowly exhaled from the mouth, but was cold cold wind instantly blown away, disappearing

into nothing.

With a cigarette in his black leather gloved hand, he strides towards the black carved villa gate.

Ricardo, who was standing behind him, had an adoring look on his face and was truly handsome by his

own boss.

I remember the last time I saw him looking this handsome was a few years ago.

The familiarity of being away for so many years came back, making Ricardo all a bit excited and

thrilled.

Ricardo, the assistant, stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

Not long after, a servant came to the front door, and as soon as he saw that the person standing

outside was Edward, he immediately bowed, "Young master."

The visitor is Old Mr. Henderson's personal subordinate, Jaycob, who is also an old man who has

followed Old Mr. Henderson for many years.

"Why is the young master back today?"

Jaycob was a little surprised by Edward's appearance.

Edward glanced at Jaycob with cold eyes, said nothing and went straight into the villa.

He walked in front, followed by Ricardo and dozens of brothers behind him.

"Stop, you can't go in!"

Jaycob blocked in the back, keeping Ricardo and the dozens of brothers all out, with no intention of

letting them in.

Edward pace a meal, turned to look at Ricardo, fingers holding a cigarette into the lips, said nothing,

but faintly tucked his hands into his trench coat pocket, inclined his head to look aside.

As if nothing had happened, but it gave a suffocating oppression.

Although he was wearing sunglasses, Ricardo, who had followed Edward for many years, had quite a NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

tacit understanding with him and understood Edward's meaning very well.

He pulled a pistol out from behind him and pointed it straight at Jaycob's face, "Hmm?"

Just one word, with a long drawn out ending, is worth a thousand words.

Jaycob's face changed, never expecting Edward to allow his people to be arrogant and domineering in

the Henderson Family's old house.

But he was at least a man who had seen the world and was not overly afraid.

Instead, he looked to Edward, "What does the young master mean by this?"

Edward raised his hand, holding a cigarette, thin lips lightly opened, exhaled a light smoke, the corners

of his lips pulled out a cold charm smile, "I would like to know, Jaycob stop my people to do what? Or is

it the Henderson Family that I can't enter?"

"Young master said what, this is your home, you can not enter who else can enter?" Jaycob smiled

sarcastically, pointed to the dozen people, not condescendingly said: "You also know, the old master

always like quiet, this more people, go in will disturb the old master quiet."

Edward raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and went straight in.

Ricardo immediately said to the dozen brothers, "You wait here first, be alert."

"Yes!"

A flurry of voices, extraordinarily loud.

Walked through the vestibule, went straight to the atrium, and finally met Old Mr. Henderson in the

dining room.

Old Mr. Henderson, dressed in a white tai chi suit, had apparently just done tai chi and was now sitting

at the table to eat.

A light breakfast of congee, steamed dumplings, small vegetables, doughnuts and soy milk.

Old Mr. Henderson, holding a carved white porcelain bowl, took his chopsticks and filled his mouth with

a pickle, chewing it slowly.

When he saw Edward walk in, he just raised his eyes lazily, "Coming?"

It seems that Edward's appearance was not a surprise.

"Have you eaten, join us if you haven't eaten." He then said.

Ricardo stood guard outside the restaurant door as Edward walked in, took off his real leather gloves,

removed his sunglasses and handed them to a maid.

"Didn't eat, was hungry."

He answered and gave the servant a look.

The servant understood the situation and immediately went to the kitchen to get a pair of dishes and

placed them at the table.

Edward settled down, sat in front of Old Mr. Henderson, picked up the bowl of clear porridge, and ate it.

The two grandchildren sat together, each with their heads down and eating, and no one spoke.

All are smart people, clearly know each other heart something, but no one speaks first.

Rather like a silent contest.

Edward was not in a hurry and dined slowly. After eating a bowl of congee, when he picked up the

steamed dumplings, Vivian's appearance suddenly came to his mind.

He remembered that Vivian also liked steamed dumplings, and wondered if she had a good time in

Motril.

"I heard Vivian is gone?"

Old Mr. Henderson saw Edward dumbfounded and asked a question.

Edward took a bite of the steamed dumpling and said carelessly, "Isn't that exactly what you meant?"

The tone of the question is more like a declarative sentence.

Old Mr. Henderson did not change his face, slowly put down his chopsticks and drew out a tissue to

wipe his mouth, "You're blaming me?"