Remarry Missions: Catching My Naughty Ex-Wife

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Chapter 185 He Will Never Touch That Woman

Damara stood up instantly, and when she opened the door, she heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

Not a single footstep.

Then came a man’s voice.

“Does anybody here have a dog?”

It was Abner’s voice.

Damara quickly retreated to the room and closed the door.

May just wanted to deny it, but she also heard the dog barking, what’s going on?

Abner’s face darkened, “Send it away.”

May didn’t dare to answer, and waited for him to enter the room before rushing downstairs.

Damara also came out at this time and held him back.

“May, isn’t Lily locked up?”

May supported her head, her face was full of apology.

“I probably forgot to lock the door. Lily is very smart now. As long as it is not locked, it will open the door

by itself.”

May hurried downstairs, “Mrs Damara, don’t worry, I’ll lock it up right away.”

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Damara’s heart was beating wildly, she glanced at the closed door on the other side of the corridor, and

warned, “Hurry up, don’t let Mr. Robinson find it.”

May nodded and immediately went to the garden.

Lily has lived in Damara’s newly bought house for the past two days. Although the house is not small, it

is still not as comfortable as the large garden.

So as soon as he came back, he opened the door by himself and was digging happily in the garden.

May was worried that it would be discovered, so she didn’t dare to reprimand it, but walked quickly to it

and led it to the other side.

Abner was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows at the moment, but he didn’t see the dog, but

he did hear a few barking dogs, which should be raised by the ser vants here.

He didn’t care, but turned around and continued the meeting in front of him.

The moment he turned around, Lily was pulled past his floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Mr. Abner, the planning plan for C County has come out, and the previous leaders have given new

benefits. Originally, we wanted to turn it into a tourist attraction, but now the planning department has

added a few points to the original project. I will email you about the new additions.”

Abner clicked on the email and looked at the newly added points.

The scenery in C County is good, it has not been contaminated by commercial factors, and there is a

lot of room for development, and the support of the local government is very strong. When he visited

last

time, the feedback he got was very satisfactory.

Now the planning department has newly added a policy of benefiting farmers, which can develop

orchards locally.

C County is too far away from the city, and there are several fruit farmers in the area, but the annual

transportation cost is a big problem.

In the mailbox that Abner received, there were also sincere suggestions from several leaders who had

dinner last time, hoping that he would go again.

If it goes again this time, it will be the finalization of all the plans developed by C County.

Those leaders are all people who do great things, and Abner has never put on airs in front of these

people who really care about the people.

These points added by the planning department are very good, but the specifics have to be combined

with the local production.

If the output is large, a production line can be directly produced. If the output is small, it can be followed

by the development of tourism, allowing tourists to enter the orchard to experience, which is also a way

to attract tourists.

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So this trip to C County, he must go.

A phone call was made to Matt, and Matt was asked to add the schedule, and the meeting was over.

It is already ten o’clock in the evening.

Abner raised his hand and rubbed between his eyebrows, got up and unbuttoned his shirt, and went

into the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out, he casually took the documents aside, intending to

Vouchers

read them before going to bed.

But his eyes were on the things on the bedside table.

With a cold look on his face, he held the bottle in front of him, but when he saw the large characters, he

sneered.

Indian oil.

Did grandpa let someone put it here? It’s just that he didn’t follow him to consummate the house with

Damara.

A trace of resistance flashed across his eyebrows, and he threw the things into the trash can, and he

was even more convinced that he would never touch that woman during the performance of the

contract.

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