The CEO's Billion Dollar Bride-Chapter 482 - 461: Then Don’t See People!

"Lina, if I had known that being so close to you last night would make such a big change, I would have done it a long time ago!"

Huh?

Before Lina could react, the man’s kisses fell upon her, focusing on the hollow of her neck and shoulders. Lina found that he seemed to especially enjoy kissing her neck to her chest, always focusing there.

"Fabian, stop... I’m wearing a skirt today, I can’t let people see me like this!"

As Lina spoke, she tried to push him away. How could she bear being nibbled at her neck like this so early in the morning?

"Then don’t see anyone!"

"Don’t see anyone?"

Mario Jensen’s words had just fallen when the half-opened door was forcibly pushed open. Sienna Harrison’s playful voice came in, "You’re already burning with passion early in the morning, at least have some breakfast first. You may be strong and eat little, but our Lina is so thin and delicate. How will she have the energy to be with you if she doesn’t eat something?"

Mario Jensen: "..."

Lina: "..."

"Ahem, Madeline, you misunderstood, we...we were about to have breakfast!"

Lina felt awkward as she glanced at Sienna Harrison who was leaning against the door, looking at them playfully. She hurriedly explained, "It’s not like what you saw!"

"Pfft!"

Upon hearing Lina’s anxious explanation, Sienna Harrison burst out laughing. Then, she gestured towards the bag Mario Jensen threw on the bed, "What did I see? I heard that your man didn’t have that thing last night. He was tossing and turning all night, he had to run to buy that thing today?"

Upon hearing Sienna’s words, Lina finally understood. Following Sienna’s line of sight, she saw the bag that Mario had casually tossed on the bed. Her mind went blank, and two blushes immediately exploded on her cheeks.

She didn’t know the brand, she never paid attention to these things. She never thought the man who would need her to prepare these things would touch her, so she never cared about these things. But the image on the spokesperson’s hand on the picture was so obvious, as long as she was a grown-up, she could understand.

"You...what?"

When Lina turned her head to look at Mario Jensen, she wanted to say something but found she could only say a single word. The rest, she didn’t even have the face to say.

It seemed that Mario Jensen didn’t mind what she said at all. He just glanced at Sienna Harrison lightly, "Didn’t you come to call us for breakfast? Let’s go!"

With that, Mario Jensen went downstairs, holding Lina’s hand.

The breakfast had already been prepared downstairs, and everyone was ready to dig in. Seeing Mario Jensen leading Lina after Sienna Harrison, Michael Gordon and Jaysen Smith exchanged a look before teasingly remarking.

"You’re so quick this morning, Fabian. Is it your problem or your woman’s problem?"

Michael Gordon always liked to kick someone when they were down. He felt delighted that yesterday, he played a trick that left Mario without any meat to eat.

"Ahem, Mr. Gordon, they haven’t even had a chance to use the equipment they bought this morning, and this person calling for breakfast already disturbed them. But... I almost got to see a live show!"

Having said that, Sienna Harrison made a regretful expression, "If only I had gone in a little later, it would have been perfect. Going in too early, I missed the live broadcast, such a pity!"

"Madeline, do you still need to watch a live broadcast?" Ivy Aretha rolled her eyes at Sienna Harrison, who was talking enthusiastically, "You just had your own personal experience last night, didn’t you? Where’s the thrill in watching when you were there in person?"

Sienna Harrison: "..."

Jaysen Smith: "..."

"Michael Gordon, control your woman. Otherwise, I won’t care if she’s pregnant, I’ll still give her a beating!"

Having said that, Sienna Harrison raised her fist towards Ivy Aretha.

Ivy Aretha glared back, about to retort, but her phone rang.

"It’s Julie Harrison’s call. She must be looking for you!"

Michael Gordon glanced at the screen and handed the phone to Ivy Aretha, "You answer it!"

So far, Michael Gordon hasn’t gotten used to answering other women’s calls. Besides, Julie Harrison was calling Ivy Aretha, so he naturally wouldn’t answer.

Ivy Aretha received the phone just as she swiped the screen, and the anxious voice of the woman on the other end came over hurriedly, "Ivy, is Michael Gordon with you? I don’t have his phone number, and I need to talk to him. Can you have him answer the call?"

Julie’s voice on the phone was tense and shaky, as if she had been frightened by something. She specifically asked for Michael Gordon to answer the phone, so it probably had nothing to do with Bianca Aretha. If it were about Bianca, she would have spoken directly with Ivy.

Thinking this, Ivy Aretha unconsciously calmed down her heart that had been racing since hearing Julie’s worried voice.

"Okay, he’s with me. I’ll give him the phone now, just don’t worry!"

Ivy Aretha comforted her while looking at Michael Gordon, who had been staring at her since she picked up the phone. Then, she handed the phone to him; Michael Gordon accepted it and asked in his usual manner, "What happened?"

Since Julie Harrison could specifically ask for him, it must be related to Oliver Thompson. He also wondered if it had something to do with the conversation from the kitchen last time, which made the woman change her mind. But if that was the case, she wouldn’t need to call him, she could call Oliver or return home directly.

As expected, after pondering, Julie Harrison’s calm and orderly account of what happened came from the other end of the phone, "Michael Gordon, can you contact Oliver Thompson? Roy tried to call him a few days ago, and his phone was turned off. Today, Roy called him again, but it was still off. Roy then called his assistant, who told him that Oliver had gone on a mission a few days ago and that something had gone wrong there. I told Roy to call Lucas Sandy, but even his phone couldn’t be reached. Do you know where he went? Could there be an accident?"

Julie Harrison’s methodical explanation carried a sense of steadiness despite her obvious worry. Michael Gordon seized the important point, "Who told you that Oliver went on a mission?"