Chapter 491 The Whereabouts Have Been Exposed (Part Two)

"The wine of Rose Manor is so good, but unfortunately, it can only be brought to the European market.
If only we can introduce it to the domestic market." She tried to change the topic.

"The scale of the rose wine shop is relatively small, so it is not suitable for large scale production. If we
want to expand the market, we need a lot of money," Zac said slowly.

With a look of pity on her face, Essie said, "Before I go back, I must buy some bottles of wine from Mrs.
rose in the manor. I'll store them and drink them slowly."

Zac touched her head with a playful smile on his face. "I just realize that you're a drunkard."

Leaning against the sofa again, she took a sip of the wine. Recently, her life was in a mess, and there
were many unpleasant things. She needed to use the power of alcohol to relieve her restlessness. No
matter how strong a person was, his or her tolerance capacity was limited. If the pressure kept on
increasing and he or she couldn't get rid of it, he or she would collapse sooner or later.

"People who are good at drinking are all people who try to escape from reality. I can't escape." She
looked at the rose like liquid in her glass, with a bitter smile spilling over the corners of her mouth.

Holding her slender shoulder, Zac said, "You have to remember that you are not alone." He would
always be there for her, protect her from wind and rain, and shelter her from dangers.

"Are you reliable?" She sneered, with a skeptical expression. She didn't dare to hold too much hope on
him, in case she would be crushed into pieces by the frustration.

He rested his chin on her shoulder. Her scorching breath spread over her neck, making her skin
painful. "If I am not reliable, you are miserable." His words sent chills down her spine.

Indeed, her Achilles' heel was held in his hands. If one day he changed his face, she didn't even know
how she died.



She stretched out her little hand and drew a circle on his chest. "In my heart, I still hope that you can be
reliable. After all, you are the only person I am willing to trust now." She changed her tone quickly and
changed her strategy to use sugar coated bullets to lure him.

He seemed to be very satisfied, his beautiful thick eyebrows slightly raised, and a look of self-
confidence passed over his face. "It's good that you know it." Those who suit their actions to the time
are wise. Since the mouse was caught by a cat, they had to accept their fate and stop dreaming about
anything else.

Taking a glance at him silently, Essie didn't say anything more. Instead, she raised her glass and drank
up the rest of the wine in it, so the hatred in her heart could be diluted a little bit.

How much she loved him, how much she hated him. She loved him to the core and she hated him to
the bones.

If it was possible, she would never let him know her heart, so that she would not lose the game, at least
she could keep the fragments of dignity.

The sky gradually darkened, and the night began to cover the world.

In a villa of the north of Provence, Leila had a bowl of bird's nest congee. Ever since she came to
Provence, she had been suffering all kinds of conditions. It took her only a few minutes to catch a cold
after she felt a little better from the suffering of the rotavirus. It seemed that God was against her and
made her life in a tough honeymoon.

"Where is Mr. Rong?" Not seeing Zac, she asked the servants immediately in fear that he would leave
her alone and go out.

"He is working in the study," the servant replied.



"Okay." She nodded and felt relieved. When she was about to get up to look for Zac, she received an
email.

"Let me tell you a piece of bad news. Essie is in Provence now. She lives in the Bordeaux Estate
located south of the town called Les Baux. I guess she is here to ruin your honeymoon. Be careful!"

Leila's brows twisted. Her eyes were burning with anger.

'How dare she follow us to Provence? Does she want to die?'

She took a deep breath and tried her best to calm herself down. Then she went upstairs. She wanted
to know whether Zac knew about it.

The man in the study was writing a report in front of the computer. When he heard the knock on the
door, he walked to look in front of the mirror and opened the door.

"What's up, Leila?" he asked.

"Brother Zac, a friend of mine has come to Provence. He lives in the south of the town. She said she
saw Essie when she went to the town to play yesterday," she spoke in an extremely surprised tone on
purpose, watching the expressions of the person in front of her.

However, the man was expressionless, as if he had no interest in this matter at all. He just said lightly,
"Really?"

Leila didn't feel relieved. She swallowed and continued to test, "I said that she had a hallucination, but
she was sure that she saw it clearly. It was Essie."

"So what?" The man walked back to the desk and sat down. He picked up the coffee and took a sip
casually, still with an indifferent expression.



Leila could not stand it anymore. She decided not to beat around the bush with him anymore. Instead,
she just asked directly, "Brother Zac, here comes Essie. Don't you care about her?"

The man raised his eyebrows and cast a strange glance at her. "You want me to care about her?"


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