Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1266 Make A Price

Chapter 1266 Make A Price

William sat down on the chair, tapped his finger leisurely on the table,looked up and said.

“I just want to see some proof. If you're really a couple, I can reconsiderthe whole thing," he looked out the window and reminded me, "Don't tryto escape because you can't. Let alone the fact she's here."

"Mr. Norwell, Ms. Swain, please,” William's men were somewhat polite.Monica was dumbfounded.

What was happening?

How should they prove it?

Sleep in the same room?

And on the same bed?

She suddenly got cold feet.

Tristan held her hand and the two followed William's men out. He wasthinking about the countermeasure. Michelle should be able to guessthat he was now in trouble, shouldn't she?

She was such an intelligent woman.

They walked to the stairs.

Daniel, who was grabbing the railing and unwilling to leave, shouted atthem, "There's camera in the room! Be careful not to leave anything tomy father!"

Tristan and Monica stopped walking and looked at her. There were twomen next to her with a helpless look.

"Daniel..." Monica had a lot of words to say to her but didn't know howto tell them.

Tristan frowned. There was camera in the room?

That was breaching of human rights!

William was going to hold them hostage here?

"Mr. Norwell, Monica, I'm sorry..." Daniel said with tears in her eyes. "Ididn't know things would turn up like this. If Mr. Norwell were single, hewould definitely like me. There are a lot of guys who want to marry me!""Daniel!"

"Monica, I won't fight with you over him, although I adore him,” Danielhid the sadness inside of her, “Don't worry. I won't marry him. We areon the same side."

"Ms. Hawson," Tristan was moved, "Thank you."

Daniel smiled and shook her head, "You're welcome." She looked athim with administration.

At this moment, William walked over. The wedding was not the prioritynow, he just wanted to humiliate Tristan.

And he wanted to know if Tristan was lying to him or not.

“Take them to their room!" he said angrily to his men and ignored hisdaughter's feelings, "and take Ms. Hawson to my study!"

"Mr. Norwell, Ms. Swain, please."

Tristan didn't intend to put the guards in a dilemma and followed themupstairs.

Monica's hand had been held by him. She could feel his warmth.Daniel was taken to the study. She felt sorry going against her fatherbut didn't regret it.

At the door of the bedroom on the third floor, Tristan turned to look atMonica and then they walked in together.

The door was then closed and maybe locked by the guard.

What should they do?

As a lady, Monica was in a fluster.

Although she trusted in Tristan, he was a man after all and here theywere, alone in the same room.

Tristan found the camera hidden next to the chandelier immediatelyafar he came in.

In the study.

William was sitting at the desk and looking at the surveillance, Danielwas asked to stand next to him.

They could see what was going on in the room.

Daniel dared not look at it. She felt disappointed simply watching themholding hands.

She liked Tristan. She had seen his photos and resume.

"They're not a couple,” William said to his daughter firmly, “Don't worry.Tristan is really single."

But it didn't matter to Daniel anymore because she didn't want to marrya man who didn't like her at all.

In the bedroom.

Tristan turned around and hugged Monica, “I'm sorry." His voice waslow, "There's a camera next to the chandelier and it can record ourconversation.

It was horrible!

Why would there be such a room in the manor?

“I'm sorry for getting you involved," Tristan didn't hug her very tightlyand he apologized from the bottom of his heart, “Make a price, Monica.I will give you double."

"You..." Monica was startled. How were they going to get through thenight?

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