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Read The Ultimate Husband by Skykissing wolf Chapter 1117 – Robert frowned when he saw Darryl went into the
building-he must have wanted to hide in there.
“Sir Box, what should we do?”
“This seems to be an office building. Shall we go after him?”
For a moment, the cultivators were hesitant.
The cultivation community had a tacit agreement, which was not to disrupt the ordinary folks’ peaceful living. They
would have to find solutions without involvement from ordinary people.
Several floors of the office building still had the lights on-there were workers on their overtime.
The cultivators were indecisive about their next move.
They were concerned that they might hurt innocent citizens while they pursued Darryl.
“Don’t panic; we’ll go through the floors to hunt him down. After we got him, don’t start a fight.” Robert’s face was
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtgloomy as he quickly made a decision.
“Alright!”
Everyone nodded at the command and rushed into the office building.
The group dispersed and began to search the building; they combed through the floors one by one.
Simultaneously, Darryl regretted his decision the moment he entered the office building.
Oh, fck!
There was nowhere to hide in the offices.
He panicked. Then, he passed by a room on the second floor. Darryl was stunned for a moment.
He saw the characters written on the wall in the room-calligraphy.
It was a calligraphy class.
A charming figure sat on the chair as she practiced her calligraphy-it seemed like she was the teacher.
The calligraphy teacher wore a long white dress that accentuated her alluring curves. At the same time, she also
had a dignified aura.
Fck!
Why did he bump into her again?
Darryl’s eyes widened in an instant. The calligraphy teacher was Abbess Mother Serendipity!
“You-Darryl?”
Suddenly, Abbess Mother Serendipity realized that Darryl was there. Her red lips parted slightly in surprise; she was
shocked to see him.
After her last meeting with Darryl, Abbess Mother Serendipity had decided that she would ask Darryl to send her
back to the World Universe.
She did not expect that Darryl would suddenly appear in front of her that night.
The two, separated by the door, looked at each other. In the next second, Darryl reacted quickly and walked into
the room. He greeted the Abbess Mother Serendipity. “So, you are teaching calligraphy now?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs he spoke, Darryl looked around the room. There were no students in the class at that time. However, various
calligraphy work hung on the wall, and some of them were signed by the Abbess Mother Serendipity.
He did not expect Abbess Mother Serendipity to have such nice handwriting.
“Why are you here?” Abbess Mother Serendipity asked with a surprised tone.
“It’s a long story. And a coincidence!” Darryl said in a low voice as he looked back to see if anyone was behind him,
Then, he anxiously said, “Quick, do you have a place to hide? I need to hide now!”
Robert’s group must have gotten closer to where he was, so he had to find a place to hide quickly.
‘Hide?’
Abbess Mother Serendipity was shocked to hear that. “What did you do? Who did you cheese off this time?”
Then, Abbess Mother Serendipity thought of something and asked with a conflicted tone, “Did you provoke a
woman again? Are you being chased by someone?”
The Elysium Gate’s Sect Master liked to muck around with women. He had never been a dignified leader.
Darryl had once used a token that made her call him hubby.
The Abbess Mother Serendipity blushed-a little angry that she was reminded of her shameful past.
‘What? Provoke a woman again? What does she mean, again?”
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