His Beloved Mate

Chapter 99 The Midnight Snack Of Capitalist

Nicki shook her head immediately, "No."

Since Cassie warned Betty last time, the director didn't dare to scold her anymore. Unless he didn't

want this job. How dare he bully the woman selected by Mr. Dylan's beloved wife.

It was not until then that Cassie realized something. She asked in confusion, "By the way, why isn't

Betty here today?"

Owen said, "She must be in a bad mood after staying in the police station for a whole night. It's so

normal that she didn't come today."

Then Cassie asked, "Where is Sunny?"

"Sunny has already finished today's shooting and gone to another set to play." said Nicki.

Cassie said, "I know."

Cheryl said, "Mrs. Dylan, it's time to go."

Cassie stood up and nodded, "Okay."

Then she turned to look at Nicki and Owen and said, "I'll go first. Come on!"

Owen nodded and said, "Bye."

Shirley's studio was near the pedestrian street of B.S mall. It was the first time for Cassie to come to

the studio of Shirley. She had secretly looked around the layout of the studio. The room was large and

the design and decoration were high-end and elegant. There was a lady doing makeup and hair

downstairs. Shirley didn't need to do that. She could just leave it to other makeup artists.

As soon as the door was opened, the secretary of Shirley with a smile was waiting downstairs.

The secretary smiled and said, "Hello, Mrs. Dylan. Our executive director is waiting for you upstairs."

Cassie smiled and said, "Thank you."

As soon as Cassie pushed the door open, she smelled the fragrance of jasmine tea. Raising her head

with a smile, Shirley found it was Cassie, so she said with a smile, "Here you are."

She poured a cup of tea for Cassie and said, "Have a seat. What can I do?"

Taking a sip of tea, Cassie took out a sealed plastic bag from her bag and asked, "Do you know it"

Shirley took the bag from her hand, frowned and said, "Sure."

This was on a picture posted on her Weibo, and then suddenly became popular.

After saying that, she stretched out her hand to Cassie and asked, "How is it? Beautiful. I made it some

time ago."

Cassie said, "It looks good, but has this person ever done manicure here? This is an acquaintance of

mine."

As she spoke, Cassie showed the photos in her phone to Shirley and asked, "Have you seen her

before?"

All of a sudden, a frown appeared on Shirley's face. She said, "It... It looks a little familiar. Maybe a

week ago."

Cassie said, "The piece was found at the spot where the painting was stolen. It's very likely that it was

left by the person who stole it."

Shirley understood what she meant. The painting was lost in the crew of 100 Days of Sweet Love. In

her studio, there were many people who came to do the same manicure with her some time ago. But if

Cassie said that she was an acquaintance, there would only be one person - Alice.

Shirley asked in disbelief, "You mean Alice did it? !"

Cassie chuckled, "I'm just guessing, so I come to you for confirmation."

"Some time ago, Alice did come to my place to do manicure," Shirley added with a smile.

Cassie breathed a sigh of relief. "I know. Thank you."

Shaking her head with a smile, Shirley said, "It doesn't matter. I hope you can find the painting as soon

as possible. I heard from Thomas that Mr. Dylan said you were so anxious."

Taking another sip of tea, Cassie said worriedly, "Of course, this painting is worth one billion. Even if

you sell me, I'm afraid I can't afford it."

Shirley smiled, "You are his wife now. His is yours. Why are you so clear with each other?"

Everyone thought that Cassie was the apple of Dylan's eye. But only she knew that it was just a deal.

Cassie leaned against the sofa for a while before she stood up and said, "Well, thank you. If I ask you

to record the confession, you can't refuse me."

Shirley nodded with a smile, "No, I won't. Don't worry. I will help you if I can."

-

Night fell

In the West Mountain Linyu, Cassie was watching the surveillance video that was copied from the

special team by Cheryl in the room.

She was sleepy and her eyes kept fighting with each other. She was about to hold on with two

toothpick.

As soon as Dylan went back to his bedroom, he saw this scene. He frowned and looked at Cassie.

What was she doing?

"It's so late. Why don't you go to bed? What are you looking at?"

Cassie yawned, moved her stiff neck and said, "See monitoring."

Dylan asked, "Didn't we set up a special team to investigate this? Why did you check it yourself?"

Cassie said, "I'm not relieved if I leave it all to others. And I will feel guilty. It's better to do it by myself to

ease the sense of guilt."

Dylan said, "It's a good thing to learn to do it by yourself, but you should also learn to combine work

with rest."

Cassie was lying on the table. She pulled the sleeve of Dylan.

Confused, Dylan looked at her and asked, "What?"

Cassie said, "Please make me a cup of instant coffee. I'm so sleepy. And make me a midnight snack?"

Dylan patted her head, "Who let you drink instant coffee? And eat midnight snack? I don't know who

said that some time ago."

He imitated Cassie and said, "Ouch, if I eat this midnight snack, I don't know how much fat I will gain."

Holding his arm, Cassie looked at him pitifully and said, "Don't be like me. Just make it."

Dylan pushed her head away from his arm and said helplessly, "Wait a moment."

Hearing this, Cassie quickly smiled and said, "Okay! Thank you, capitalist!"

Capitalist?

Hearing the word, Dylan suddenly stopped and looked back at her with a frown.

Realizing that she had said something wrong, Cassie covered her mouth subconsciously and quickly

changed her words obediently. "Thank you, honey."

A satisfied smile appeared on Dylan's face. He flicked her forehead with his finger. Then he turned

around and left the bedroom.

The sudden coldness and pain made Cassie cry out unconsciously, "Ah-"

She smoothed her bangs and rubbed her forehead. Looking at the receding figure of Dylan, she pouted

and mumbled, "He is almost thirty, but he is still so childish."

-

There were also servants downstairs. When they saw Dylan enter the kitchen, they asked, "Sir, what

can I do for you?"

With an icy face, Dylan said, "It's okay. You can leave now."

The servant nodded and said, "Okay, sir. If you need anything, please call us."

Dylan nodded and went into the kitchen. The meat noodles were boiling in the pot, but the seasoning

was suddenly gone. Dylan opened the cupboard and was about to take out a new one. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

All of a sudden, he caught sight of those white bags.