Chapter 692

“Okay, we’ll leave tomorrow.” Blair picked up his phone and sent a message for someone to arrange a plane. ... Meanwhile, in Italee. Rory sat by the French window, a stack of documents scattered on the table in front of him. He squeezed the phone in his hand, his gaze looking into the distance through the window. A gust of wind blew in, scattering the documents on the table. Adam walked over and bent down to pick up the scattered files. He looked at Rory and asked, “Why didn’t you tell Mable?” Rory glanced at Adam. “Tell her what?” Adam looked at the papers in his hands, hesitant to speak. Rory sneered and tossed the phone on the table. “She loves Blair, doesn’t she? I want to see how great their love is.” “The Mullers will find out sooner or later. They won’t let...” “She chose this path, so how she goes about it is her business.” Rory stood up and looked into the distance, his expression extremely dark. Adam fell silent, furrowing his brows. “Go prepare. We’ll leave for