Chapter 27 Return Of The King

In the next few days, Wilson surfed the Internet at home, and he even bought a magazine that had
interviewed him. Although it was not a lot, it was useful.

He also found a lot of information on the Internet, there are both truth and false but Wilson was patient.

Every day, Wilson remembered something happened in the past. Although it didn't change his good
intention for Joanna, she still felt some changes, more or less.

Joanna realized that he was no longer pestering her as he used to be and would not act like a spoiled
child. Even when it was weekend, he asked her to go out for more fun instead of staying at home with
him.

Joanna thought that it must be because of what had happened to Wilson, but every time she asked
about what happened, he would smile and say, "I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me."

Although Joanna didn't believe what Wilson said at all, she could do nothing about it as he didn't tell
her and she couldn't guess it, so she gave up.

Browsing through his exclusive news, Wilson smiled and thought to himself, 'Wow, I'm so awesome.

With the blurred memory, Wilson played the computer fluently. The flashing runes in his head burned
him again. He had a fanatic impulse as if the another half of him that he had lost is in the computer.

When Wilson turned on the computer, his slender fingers danced on the keyboard. Something came to
his mind without careful consideration. According to those memories, Wilson entered the backstage
management page of a company. At that moment, Wilson was deeply surprised.

Then, with the help of his scattered and unclear memory, he entered into every financial net. Little by
little, many things became clear in his mind.



Although he hadn't completely recovered from those lost memories, it made him more or less regain
his memory.

While on the other side, Wilson logged into domestic stock market and company management
backstage, so he was immediately found by his people. Of course, for those who nearly lost their mind
after searching for his whereabouts for half a month, Wilson had not yet fully remembered.

After doing a trade in domestic stock market, he turned off his computer as if his brain couldn't bear the
severe consequence.

Sitting there, his eyes were not as lovely as when he played the role of a spoiled child with Joanna. But
became sharper and deeper.

His eyes flickered with a dangerous light, and there was only one question in his mind: someone
wanted his life!

Some people wanted to kill him but failed. It occurred to him that if he was still alive, a second wave of
murderous intent might soon come.

Under the pressure of that crisis, Wilson's head began to ache slightly. The lock of memory began to
open from the jumping numbers that represented money.

All the things that he had temporarily forgotten slowly returned to his mind.

As Wilson thought of those things, the first thought in his mind was that he was afraid of implicating
Joanna.

Well, she was his life saver, the woman who got the marriage certificate with him, and his lawful wife. It
was normal for him to think of her safety when he was in danger.



Wilson had always kept his distance from women, and he always kept them away from him. But one
day, he was able to think of her safety at the first time.

He was a man with strong self-control. For all these years, time and energy were devoted to work, and
he had never thought of love and women.

But in the recent month, his heart was actually captured by Joanna.

In the recent month, every detail that he had spent with Joanna was particularly clear in his mind. Daisy
felt ashamed of herself. She had seen that silly woman day and night. She even wanted to bury her
face in shame. Who was he, the wealthy Mr. Wilson, unexpectedly acted like a spoiled child.

Fortunately, only he and Joanna knew it. If the news went out, how could his prestige and dignity be
compromised?

Thinking of this, Wilson would smile unconsciously. A touch of sweetness and happiness overwhelmed
his heart. He had never been so happy.

The woman was coveting his beauty; the woman pretended to detest him - a smile, a frown, a smile

The more he thought about these happy moments, the more afraid that the danger to himself would get
her involved.

Therefore, Wilson dared not to tell what he had remembered to Joanna. He looked at the phone in front
of him, but he did not dare to call her to tell her that he had fully recovered his memory.

He knew it was the time! It was time for him to leave. He must clear the way, and flatten everything that
would threaten the life of him and the person he loved.

Her eyes, as sharp as Eagle's, fixed on the phone.



He wanted to make a call and heard the voice of Joanna for one more time. However, he could not help
but dial the familiar number in his mind with his trembling finger

The phone was answered.

After Wilson said "hello"

"Mr. Wilson, I finally find you." The familiar voice, like a basin of cold water, woke up his dream of
missing her.

All of a sudden, he changed from a fool husband of Joanna to a Mr. Wilson.

His eyes were as sharp as blades, gleaming with bloodthirsty light. His voice was as cold as ice, which
could freeze hot blood.

His cold aura and anger didn't match his funny cartoon clothes.

However, even though he was wearing cartoon houseclothes, he still showed a decent temperament as
a dominant man.

"Dean, I'm in XX Road, please come and pick me up," He hanged up the phone without saying one
more word.

As the No.1 and special assistant of Wilson, Dean, had found the location of Wilson since half an hour
ago when he logged on his domestic account into the backstage operation of the company's website.
Moreover, he quickly made the powerful technology group successfully located the location of Wilson.

When Wilson called Dean and told his location, Dean was already on the way there with several men.

But Dean hadn't expected that Wilson would call him.



Over the past month, the Yan group had been in a complete mess because of Wilson's disappearance.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Dean had brought people to the place that Wilson said.

Wilson looked at the house where he had been living for more than half a month. Finally, he left the
rental housing with the slippers Joanna had bought him. He didn't even leave a note for her.

He had to get rid of all the outsiders as soon as possible. He couldn't be softhearted any more.

He was not alone anymore.


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