My Wife is a Herbalist Practitioner

Chapter 22 His Phone Answered by a Woman

The wine glass in Brian's hand jerked at the subject, and he became gloomy on face.

As one of the four largest families in H City, Brian certainly knew the Lowe family, but unfortunately, he

knew no more than the others.

Kieran was too low-key and mysterious and never appeared in the public's vision. Brian had sent

people to inquire him, but he only learnt that Kieran came to H City a few years ago and his real home Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

was D City.

D City was the most prosperous financial city, of which the street was full of rich second generation.

And the general rich families were not able to reach the financial center.

Of course, D City also had its own top rich families, which were the real business titans, in charge of

the economic lifeline of all Asia.

Brian had heard that the top family in D City was also the Lowe family.

Was it all a coincidence?

In fact, the deep-rooted rich family H City was the George family. And Rowan George had been

growing up with Kieran Lowe.

Daisy had felt the change of Brian's Mood, she continued, "Brian, have you forgotten Sylvie had a man

in the countryside? And they slept in the cave for a night. She was so young at that time, but she had

started to mess around with man.

Brian emptied his glass of red wine, and then pushed Daisy to the bed.

Brian's action was rude. Daisy's head directly hit the bed cabinet, and she was in great pain.

At this moment, Brian pressed her down his body and stared at Daisy with red eyes.

Daisy was scared by Brian’s look. Every time she said Sylvie was with a man, he would be out of

control and became very terrible.

But Daisy really liked Brian, so she put her arms around Brian's neck, "Brian, I love you, you are my

only man, and I gave my virginity to you."

Brian showed a ferocious face. Yes, Sylvie betrayed him, she was a slut and did not deserve his love.

He wanted to forget Sylvie!

Brian reached out and pulled Daisy's pajamas. Daisy hugged him happily, "Brian, I want to be with you

forever."

Brian closed his eyes, but Sylvie was still lingering in his mind. She was little at that time, Sylvie’s

mother took her to his home and said to him, “Brian, I marry Sylvie to you when she grows up, ok?

He blushed and went directly into the room without saying a word out of shyness.

On that day, their engagement had been decided.

He still remembered Sylvie’s lovely and intelligent look. She looked at him with bright black eyes

smiling -- Brian.

Brian buried his handsome face in Daisy’s hair, and whispered a name in a hoarse voice -- Sylvie...

Hearing the name of "Sylvie," Daisy felt as if there was a basin of cold water rushed down to her head

directly, drenching her fantasy about love and happiness.

...

Daisy had fallen asleep. In the dark, Brian leaning on the bed lit a cigarette and smoked.

When a cigarette was about to go out, Brian pulled out his cell phone and made a call to someone.

Soon, Sylvie’s sweet voice was sounded, "Hello."

"It's me." Brian spat a puff of smoke out of his mouth.

Sylvie spoke after a few seconds of silence, "What is it?"

"Come to Room 8206 tomorrow night. I'll be expecting you."

"Brian, are you out of your mind?”

Brian curled his lips. "Why, didn’t you always mess around with men? They can play with you, why

can't I?"

Sylvie was about to hang up the phone and screen his number.

But Brian realized that she was to hang up, so he interrupted, "Sylvie, haven't you been trying to find

out why your mother died?"

Sylvie’s eyes quivered. Yes, she came back this time was to cure her grandpa, and she also wanted to

find out the real cause of death of her mother.

In those days, it was said that her mother died of illness, but her mother had good physical condition,

how could she die of illness suddenly? She suspected that she was murdered.

But Sylvie found out nothing. All about her mother had been erased.

Sylvie always felt that there was a big conspiracy behind her. Ten years ago, her mother died and her

Grandpa was in coma. Over one night, people she loved and loved her seemed to want to put her to

death. They all changed.

Sylvie held the mobile phone tightly, "What is your chip?"

"You should have found out nothing and you have no clues. I knew someone and you must be very

interested. She is Mila."

Sylvie’s pupils contracted. Mila was her mother’s servant, who watched her growing up.

Unfortunately, when her mother died, Mila disappeared from the world. She failed to find her for years.

Mila unexpectedly was in the hands of Brian.

"Sylvie, come to Room 8206 tomorrow night, I will wait for you." With that, Brian hung up the phone.

Listen to the "toot" busy tone, Sylvie put down the phone. She had to see Mila, but did she really have

to meet Brian?

Brian had bad intention. He was not like Mr. Morris. She could not hide her small actions from him.

Sylvie suddenly remembered the low magnetic voice of Kieran – Call me if you need any help.

That was the last thing he said to her as he left.

Should she call him?

Sylvie picked up the mobile phone and made a call to him.

That end rang the melodious mobile phone ringtone. It had not been connected, though the waiting

time was not long, Sylvie felt it had been years.

She suddenly realized she was being rude. What if he was at work?

If it was getting through, what should she tell him? He had his own work. If she asked him for help,

would she become a burden?

Sylvie was messed in her mind, then the next second the phone was connected. Sylvie said, "Hello."

It was not the voice of Kieran, but a sweet female voice, "Hello, who is it?"

A woman answered the phone.

Kieran’s phone was answered by a woman.

There seemed to be a blast in Sylvie’s head. All the chaos in such an instant receded like the tide, and

she got cold sweat on her hand.

Sylvie did not make a sound. The woman over there felt confused, "Hello, are you looking for Mr.

Kieran? Mr. Kieran is taking a bath, so he can’t answer the phone right now."

Sylvie hung up the phone directly.