###Chapter 42 Go To Jordan Astley And Ask Him For Help

But then she was held back by Brad Silverman, his handsome face showed a bit of helplessness, "You need to think of the police, too. What you have to worry about now is whether anyone has touched the surveillance video!"

She was shocked. She pulled her hair a few times impatiently, and looked at Brad Silverman, "You go back first! I want to calm down! "

Brad Silverman originally wanted to say something else, but when he saw that she was a little upset, he paused and said, "Call me if you need anything!"

And then he left.

She stood at the gate of the police station for a long time before she got on the car.

Kyle Branson called and said that he had made the comparative statements of several companies who participated in the bidding and sent them to her inbox to have a look. She replied that her mind was in a mess.

After hesitating for a long time, she drove the car to the villa. She didn't go back to the villa these days, to avoid Jordan Astley as much as possible, but there were some things that she couldn't escape after all.

When she got back to the villa, it was still early. There was no one in the house, and the bedroom door and bathroom door on the second floor had been redone.

She knew it was useless to be in a hurry now, so she went to the study and read the report sent to her by Kyle Branson. She knew that AC had a good chance of winning this bid, but it was unexpected that credit followed AC.

A small company that has not been established for a long time had competed with a group of established companies that have been in the business circle for decades, leaving many established companies behind.

Jordan Astley chose credit to take a fancy to the development and potential of credit.

Because of what happened in the garage last time, she simply denied that AC had lost. She even had to call Kyle Branson.

The phone rang twice and got through. "Ms. Ivelle!"

"After the notice, Astley's audit will be handed over to Credit to do it!"

Hearing this, Kyle Branson seemed a little surprised and hesitated, "Ms. Ivelle, but the winner this time is AC. If you hand over the audit to the credit in this way, I'm afraid AC will eventually make trouble!"

She didn't know that the man in the parking lot took her away and showed her a good show, and the last request was for her to hold a bidding meeting.

The purpose of that man was to make her choose the last one to win! But from the time she had planned to hold a bidding meeting, she had no intention of handing over Astley's audit to the winner!

For such a big company, she can't let anything happen to her, not for Jordan. Grandpa Astley has ignored her over the years!

"Do as I say, and I'll give them an explanation from AC!" She hung up the phone and was silent for a long time.

She just dialed the phone but she never took the initiative to call. After the phone rang twice, there was a low magnetic voice from the other end, "Five years!"

He uttered two words with a faint echo in his voice, "I thought you wouldn't give me any more messages."

Suppressing my displeasure, she said, "I want an AC audit report on mistakes over the years, as well as AC's financial situation!"

"Ivelle, you haven't called me for a long time!" The speaker on the other end of the conversation seemed too quiet, and there was a coldness in his voice.

My body cannot help but slowly get cold, a shivering dread spread across my body, "Benjamin Wade!"

"Ivell, you shouldn't call me that!"

Even if not face to face, his cold demeanor could surround her over the phone. This kind of cold was not like the coldness Jordan made her feel, but the kind of bloody and abnormal cold after soaking in hell for many years.

"Brother!" She spits out a word and her body trembled unconsciously.

"Be good!"

She suddenly hung up the phone, and slumped on the ground; she felt the familiar fear engraved in her bones since childhood.

For a long time, Ivelle sat from the ground. She felt a little weak and stumbled back to the bedroom, climbed into bed, and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt.

She was so deeply affected by hearing his voice that she couldn't get back to herself for a long time. She shouldn't have called.

When Jordan returned to the villa, Ivelle slowly regained her senses. He seemed surprised yet not surprised to see me.

"Have you eaten?" He spoke with tiredness in his voice.

Jordan has been doing a lot of things recently, and he was almost always on a business trip. She thought he had just returned from a business trip with a weary look on his face.

She shook her head and saw that it was already dark. Thinking about Maisie, she got up and said, "I'll cook for you!"

Suddenly he hugged her from behind, and he put his chin on her shoulder. Maybe he was so busy that his beard came out and tickled her shoulder. "Stay with me for a while!"

He pulled me to lie on the bed, he wrapped his hands and feet around her body, imprisoned so she could not move. The man's hoarse voice tickled my eardrum.

His breath was warm and crisp and itchy on my face. Ivelle opened her mouth but finally didn't say a word.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, she finally gave up temporarily. Now talking to Jordan Astley about Maisie may be counterproductive. It would be better to wait for him to wake up and have a good talk!

She was already nervous and was easily sleepy during pregnancy. As soon as she was hugged by Jordan, she felt a little more secure, and she couldn't help feeling sleepy.

She yawned and closed her eyes.

But only for a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and stared angrily at the dishonest man in front of her. "Jordan, what are you doing?"

"Natural reaction, just ignore it!" His voice was so low and hoarse that she could tell that he was really sleepy.

But she couldn't fall asleep. She moved back slightly but was held down by his palm and then pulled her back.

"Jordan Astley!" She was a little annoyed that this man's private area was restless.

"You'll be fine in a minute if you don't care about it!" He opened his mouth and put his arms around her hand.

She didn't know what to say for a while.

She was angry that she swore. "Bastard!"

She really could not figure out how to swear and spit out two words angrily.

She heard Jordan's low laughter, which seemed very pleasant. She was not interested in talking to him. She closed her eyes and ignored his reaction. She was ready to sleep.

But two minutes later, she couldn't fall asleep at all.

Her heart began to beat faster. How could she Jordan Astley to help Maisie? It will be much easier for him, after all, he had money and power which could really do a lot of things.

Perhaps because of her guilty heart, she became very nervous. She was aware of her nervousness. Jordan Astley was very careful.