Go After My Ex-wife

Chapter 187 I just Have a Cold

"Get up and change your clothes, look at you, you look like a ghost." Lottie glared at Belle's pale face,

pulled her up, forcing her to change her clothes.

Belle was pulled up by Lottie and had to walk towards the shower.

Lottie took a set of cotton pajamas and handed them to her.

After the bath, she changed into warm cotton pajamas and stepped out of the shower.

"Belle, I ordered takeaway, have something to eat first." Lottie was on the phone in the living room, and

when she saw Belle walk out, she covered the phone's microphone and said towards her.

Belle had no appetite and just sat sickly on the sofa in a daze.

Lottie finished her phone call and turned her head, she saw Belle sitting in a daze, her face full of

despondency, she couldn't help but sigh and said, "I told you a long time ago, don't enter Harvey Corp,

but you didn't listen to me. See? You are like a ghost without a soul, what the hell are you going to do?

"

As Belle sat numbly, hearing Lottie's count, her tears flowed down.

Lottie understood everything though Belle did not say a word.

"Forget it, since it's like this, let it in the past. Stay with me, and we have a talk. You eat first, I gotta go

back to the café first." Lottie knew that she was said that she had to break up the man whom she loved,

but she had to have her eat first.

As she said so, she opened a few delicate lunch boxes and was about to pull Belle to eat.

The scent of the meal came to her nose, and Belle suddenly covered her mouth, feeling sick in her

stomach, the feeling of nausea rushed straight up her throat, so she ran towards the bathroom.

She ran into the bathroom, opened the toilet lid and vomited violently, throwing up.

Lottie was shocked and she hurriedly ran over to support her, stroking her back, getting water and

tissue. Later she helped Belle, who had stopped vomiting, out and sat on the sofa.

"Belle, what is going on?" Lottie's face began to darken as she scowled at Belle.

Belle took sips of water.

"Lottie, I'm fine, I'm busy and tired these days, I might have caught a cold." She explained in a low

whisper, looking down.

A cold? Is that all?

Lottie tilted her head and surveyed her, a puzzled expression on her face, and after a long time she

asked in disbelief, "Belle, are you sure you just have a cold?"

"Yes, I have got wet in the rain and am in a bad mood, I might have had another attack of

gastroenteritis." Belle said in disbelief, baffled by Lottie's fussiness.

"How long have you been like this?" Lottie didn't quite believe it at all, staring at her.

Being stared, Belle had to explain, “Lottie, I really got a cold, but don’t worry, I will be fine.”

"Oh", Lottie said thoughtfully, "Belle, your face has turned white, and you're horribly thin. Since you're

not feeling well, you must go to the hospital. I'll go with you to the hospital tomorrow."

Lottie was worried so that she offered that request.

"No need." Belle was amused to hear this and said to her, "Miss Cohen, go and get your work done,

please don’t worry about me. I want to take a nap now."

She yawned as she spoke, her face full of fatigue.

"Well, since that's the case, have rest after eating, and I'll see you tomorrow, so that you can give me a

truthful account of what happened and I can do justice for you." Lottie said in a righteous manner. Belle

curled up her lips slightly, feeling grateful.

Lottie gave a few more solemn admonitions before she walked out.

Just as she walked outside, the phone rang.

It was an known number.

It was answered, and a low male voice came from inside, "Hello, this is Calvin."

With just this sentence, Lottie was so shocked that she almost dropped her phone.

Calvin, you son of a bitch! How dare you call!

Lottie gritted her teeth, and then she remembered this number. Last time, he had called her when he

was looking for Belle. Now Belle had just arrived at her house, and he called again.

Calvin, you bastard, see how you have tortured my friend.

"Who are you?" She shouted deliberately, pretending that she didn't know who he was, with a grim

tone.

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Calvin was silent, knowing that Lottie was deliberately making things difficult for him for the sake of

Belle.

"Lottie, I am Calvin, please take care of Belle for me these days, I can pay you." He let out a breath, not

getting angry, but just saying sincerely.

Bah, who do you think you are? You're an egomaniac! Lottie, who had never liked him, sneered shrilly,

"Who are you? Do I know you well? Why should I take care of Belle for you? You pay for me? Funny,

do you have a lot of money? Do I need your stinking money? Let me tell you, Belle is my friend, if

anything happens to her, I will never spare you, I will definitely ruin your reputation, and make you a

eunuch for the rest of your life, unable to play with women."

Lottie said hatefully, hanging up the phone and cursing him, before she felt relieved.

How dare you call me? Do you think I am Belle? Do you think every woman is as weak as Belle? What

a scum.

Lottie put away her mobile phone, sneered and walked outside.

Calvin held his mobile phone in a daze, and until the phone had been hung up, she raised a bitter

smile. Lottie was really chivalrous.

But it's not bad for Belle to have such a good friend, which Calvin is happy for her.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in." Calvin put down his phone and spoke lightly.

The door opened and Aron came in.

"Mr. Harvey, Bill hasn't taken moves since he picked up Dolcie last time, it seems that he has heard the

news and that drug shipment at the border has been intercepted by the police." Aron walked in and

said softly.

Calvin's eyes narrowed and his face was a stony expression.

"Any idea where they've moved to?" He asked in a hushed voice.

"Mr. Harvey, this time they transported some guns and drugs overnight and are now renting them in a

neighborhood, rather brightly, if I am correct, Bill's nest should be on a cruise ship." Aron's voice was

lowered, "Mr. Harvey, do we really have to listen to the police and just wait?"

Calvin's eyebrows blinked as his slender fingers tapped on the tabletop, his gaze pensive.

"Aron, now Albie is going to crack down on a number of drug dens, if we act at this time we will spook

the enemies, after all, we have to take care of the overall situation as a priority. But, that doesn't mean

we'll do nothing. Go and snoop around secretly first, see if you can find the drug making nest. We'll first

pay attention to the police officers sent by Albie, look for the right opportunity to strike and try to be

perfect."

"Okay." Aron nodded, his eyes flickering as he said, "Mr. Harvey, I've found out who the person who

shot at me in the underground car park."

"Who?" Calvin asked.

"Mr. Harvey, it was a man called Natan under Bill." The light in Aron's eyes was dark, his fists were

clenched. He had never been backstabbed since his debut, but he never expected to be set up by such

a triad's villain, for sure he was angry.

It was true that Bill was involved. Calvin stood up, pondered, patted Aron's shoulder and said calmly,

"Aron, don't worry, I will definitely take revenge for you, but there is no hurry, we have to find the right

time. A man of Bill is nothing at all, and we can eliminate them at any time. "

"Okay." Aron nodded in agreement, "Mr. Harvey, I'm always at your disposal."

Calvin nodded and said, "We can't let down our guard on Bill, we also have to keep an eye on the

police's actions. We have to both take revenge and try to cooperate with the police, after all, we still

have to rely on the law to bring the real killer to justice." After a pause, he continued, “Have two men

investigate the national drug making den. It is said that this drug manufacturing plant is located in the

deep forest. Unless this den is moved, the police will not act for the time being."

"Okay, Mr. Harvey." Aron nodded and walked away.