###Chapter 398 You Will Hurt Not Only Me – Part 11

###Chapter 398 You Will Hurt Not Only Me – Part 11

I frowned and opened, "What video?"

"Ma'am?" Felix was a little surprised. He probably didn't expect that I was the one who answered the phone.

He paused and said, "I'm sorry, ma'am."

"He's busy. He can't answer the phone for the time being." When I opened my mouth, I didn't force him to say, but said, "Felix, everyone has a bottom line. To what extent Jordan wants to do, I can't open my mouth, but you should know better than me what the consequences of his impulsiveness will be after so many years. The most taboo among businessmen is to kill them all. During his four years in the capital, he relied not only on his ability but also on the recognition of the big business leaders in the capital."

There are fights in business every day, but we all know that even if we want to kill them all, we must be moderate. When allies see that their allies are ruthless, they will inevitably have no scruples, fearing that one day they will be treated equally.

Felix was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you for your reminder."

After hanging up the phone, I was a little distracted. Jordan's anger began at Frida's wedding banquet.

Aaron, why did he annoyed Jordan? Letting him want to kill all.

An hour later, Jordan came out of the hospital, looking low and showing no mood.

When he saw me, he smiled a little. "Have you been waiting long?"

I shook my head, reached out and grabbed him, and said, "Does it hurt?"

I hear it hurts.

He smiled. "What would you do if I say it hurts?"

I lowered my eyes, dropped a kiss on his lip, and smiled, "Is that all right?"

The doctor came in, coughed, and said, "A week after the operation, we still need to review, within a month try not to have a husband-and-wife life, affecting the recovery."

"Thank you, doctor." It was always embarrassing when I was suddenly seen. I said thank you and blushed.

After staying in the hospital for an hour, after the pain is relieved, you can leave.

Back to the villa, it was already dark, accompanied Jordan to have dinner, Frida called.

"I said I'd mail you that wooden box. I've been busy. I forgot. Are you free this evening? Would you like to come out for a drink?" Listening to her voice, she seemed to be in a bad mood.

Jordan is in the study. Recently, he is warm, but I always feel that he has something buried in his heart.

After thinking about it, I began to say, "Okay, see you later."

I went upstairs and said hello to Jordan, he is reading the documents, for only one day he did not go to the office, Felix sent a lot.

Hearing the noise, he raised his eyes and said, "Bored alone?"

I shook my head. "No, Frida asked me to go out for a drink."

He nodded, closed the contract in front of him, got up, and said, "Well, let's go. What's the address?"

I stood still and looked up at him and said, "You still have a lot of work to do. I'll just go by myself. Just after the operation, don't go anywhere."

His black eyes fell on me and raised his eyebrows. "How long will it take?"

"Two hours!" Frida is in a bad mood, probably because of feelings.

He folded his lips. "Give me the address in an hour, and I'll pick you up."

I was stupefied. I wanted to open my mouth and was blocked by him. "I'm not relieved for you to be out there for too long."

When it comes to this, it is hypocritical.

I nodded and agreed.

Put on my coat and go out with his car keys.

Frida's address is the Imperial City in the city center, her own nightclub.

As always, there was a flood of people, and she found a place with a good view on the second floor and asked for a bottle of red wine.

It seems that she's been here for a long time. She waved at me and said, "Here!"

Sitting in front of her, I snatched the wine from her hand, called the waiter, and said, "Please give me a glass of hot milk."

"It's still hot to drink milk in the nightclub. Ivelle, are you kidding me?" She smiled and squinted bitterly.

The waiter knew her, of course, and ordered a little and went out.

Frida stood on her chin and looked at the girl dancing on the stage on the ground floor. She said, "Ivelle, I'm not happy."

This remark, coming out of her mouth, will inevitably sound a little distressing.

I sipped the wine and looked at her. "is it about Zayn, or is it the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law?"

He complained of suffering within a few days of marriage, and there was probably nothing else except these two.

She looked at me, half-squinted, charming, and enchanting. "Have you ever seen parents who live with their sons after marriage?"

I opened my mouth and told the truth, "Jordan and I have no parents. Grandpa Astley seldom participates in our husband and wife's life, so I can't give you an answer."

She laughed, giggled, and listened sarcastically, "Sure enough, there is no way to be happy in life. I should have not got married if I had known."

It is normal for pregnant women to be emotionally unstable. After thinking about it, I said, "Maybe they just want to stay and take care of you. After all, you are pregnant and need to be taken care of."

She sneered, "Oh, stop."

When the waiter brought the milk, she frowned and moved the milk aside, as if she didn't want to drink it.

"Would you like some juice?" Pregnant women are prone to nausea, and the milk smells fishy. It's normal for her to dislike it.

She nodded and I looked at the waiter. "A glass of mango juice."

The waiter nodded and left.

Frida looked at me and couldn't help saying, "How do you know I like mango?"

"I've seen you drink it before," I answered and couldn't help looking to the first floor.

"Do you see anyone you know?" She asked, following my eyes.

"The girl in the booth looks familiar." I raised my eyebrow for a moment, and then stood and looked at her faintly.

Frida looked at it for a moment and said, "Look at the man sitting next to her, and you'll know who she is."

It was all back-to-back, and all I could see was the back. When Frida said that, I looked at it seriously and saw the man glancing sideways.

Can't help but be stupefied, "Liam?"

Frida shrugged. "Your brother and sister really have a connection."

Taking a closer look at the girl sitting next to him, she was a little scantily dressed. I just felt familiar for a moment, but I didn't realize who she was.

At this time, I looked carefully, she is Michelle Remington, cannot help frowning, why is this woman still pestering Liam?

Seeing my frown, Frida was a little accustomed to saying, "It's too normal for a playboy like Liam to have a few women around him, not to mention that she sent it by herself. Don't worry about it. If you get bored with playing, you'll change it."

I am not worried about the relationship between Liam and Michelle. I am worried about Blair. She has just given birth and the month has not been finished yet. I went to see her today and saw that she had lost too much weight.

I'm afraid Liam knows all these things.

When she saw me get up, Frida pressed me and said, "Sister, what are you going to do?" If he doesn't want to take care of his family, would you kill him and put him in front of Blair? And his soul will run out to hook up with other people, so let him make waves on his own."