Chapter 177 Another Identity Can't Hide
Unexpectedly, the little girl even encrypted her phone calls. Philippe became even more curious about her identity.
Out of respect, Philippe didn't answer or hang up the call, but let it vibrate for a while and then ended it himself.
He placed his phone on the bedside table and gently covered the little girl with a blanket, leaning down to give her an affectionate kiss.
She looked so beautiful sleeping, like a princess from a fairy tale, with her long, curled eyelashes, a high, delicate nose, and luscious lips...
Unable to resist, Philippe leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss.
Just then, the phone vibrated again.
It was a WhatsApp message from someone else.
Without meaning to, Philippe glanced at it and saw several WhatsApp messages on the screen.
"Boss, QY's monthly report has been sent to your email."
"The newly launched jewelry collection has received excellent feedback."
"When will you have time to draw some more?"
The person who sent the WhatsApp was named J.
Philippe speculated: was it Jack? The person in charge of QY?
It was said that Lady Margaret, the founder of QY, never showed her face and focused solely on her creations, leaving all the company affairs to Jack.
So, was his Abella Lady Margaret?
Was QY created by her?
No wonder she always insisted on not accepting the clothes and jewelry he gave her from QY...
Facing the things she designed every day, there was no sense of freshness. No wonder he hadn't seen a surprised expression on her face.
Everything came from her own hands, so how could there be any surprises?
He remembered the expression on the little girl's face when she received his gifts at that time. It seemed like there was something hard to express...
Thinking this, Philippe curled up his lips. Unexpectedly, his Abella was not only skilled in medicine, capable of making medicine, and a piano master, but also the founder of QY...
The Medici family probably didn't know the true identity of the little girl, so they initially let her take charge of that small clothing company...
If they knew, they would surely feel that it was a waste of her talents.
The illustrious founder of QY managing a small company...
"Mr. Bourbon."
At this moment, John called softly from outside the door. Philippe collected his thoughts and reluctantly glanced at the little girl before closing the door and leaving.
"Is Miss Abella asleep?" John didn't expect Mr. Bourbon to be so gentle with Miss Abella.
If The C Gang's underlings saw this, their eyes would probably pop out...
After all, Mr. Bourbon's image outside was always ruthless and cold-blooded...
"Lower your voice." Philippe walked towards the living room inside the cabin and sat down before saying, "Speak here."
He didn't want to disturb the little girl's sleep.
"Yes." John reported eagerly as he saw Philippe sit down. "We have news about Abbott Wilson!"
Philippe was surprised.
Thinking of all the good things that happened today, with a low voice, he asked, "Where is he?"
"I don't know for now. It was someone in the middle who said he has Abbott Wilson's contact information. If Abbott Wilson agrees to see him, he doesn't want consultation fees, he wants something else."
This was unexpected.
"What else?" Phillipe asked calmly.
"Licorice and purple lotus root."
Phillipe's gaze darkened. What did he need these two things for?
"Mr. Bourbon, we have been collecting these two things for many years. They are invaluable and just as rare as ginseng... Although the other party doesn't know we have these two things, the offer is that whoever can produce these two things, Abbott Wilson will treat them."
Phillipe's voice was plain, "Alright, agree to it."
"Mr. Bourbon, I don't understand..." John cautiously voiced his question, "Miss Abella has excellent medical skills and is Mr. AB. There's no medicine she can't make in this world. She also knows that ginseng can save Granny Bourbon's life. Why not let her try?"
Do they really need to use licorice and purple lotus root to please Mr. Abbott Wilson?
What a waste of money!
Phillipe remembered that he had answered this question a long time ago, and said calmly, "Granny's condition has worsened now. Dr. Smith says there are only a few days left..."
If Abella can save Granny, that would be even better...
But in case...
"I'm afraid of the 'in case'. If Granny's condition is too severe, not even God can save her, but Abella would blame herself for not being skilled enough, and feel guilty and upset..."
That's why he would rather have someone else save Granny, instead of letting the young girl bear the psychological pressure and carry a lifelong shadow.
"Give him the licorice and purple lotus root, arrange a meeting with him as soon as possible."
"Yes!"
At this moment, John finally understood why Mr. Bourbon had been inquiring about Mr. Abbott Wilson's whereabouts...
Why, despite having a divine healer girl by his side, he didn't use her...
So it's because he's afraid that Miss Abella would feel pressured!
Mr. Bourbon is so kind to Miss Abella!
The plane flew in the air for eight hours and landed directly on Moonlake's landing strip.
Phillipe carried Abella down the plane stairs, astonishing the butler...
The butler never expected that Mr. Bourbon's trip abroad was actually with Miss Abella...
And they even returned together.
They came back, and they came back in such an intimate manner...
A gust of wind blew, and Abella felt a bit cold. When she lifted her gaze, she realized that she had arrived at Moonlake!
Unbelievable, she had slept for so long.
"Awake?" Phillipe carried her down from the plane.
"Machine, with a soft voice, 'Sleep a little more.'"
I have never seen her sleep so peacefully.
Abella was also surprised that she could sleep so peacefully and comfortably next to Phillipe, the key was that she hadn't had a nightmare...
"Put me down," she wanted to walk by herself.
But Phillipe held her, "Sleep a little longer, eat something, I'll take you back later."
Abella was carried upstairs by him, as if she had become accustomed to his dominance and control, without saying much.
"When you were asleep just now, someone called you," Phillipe spoke.
Abella was shocked, he didn't answer, did he?
"I didn't answer, but they sent you a WhatsApp message."
Abella: ?
"I didn't expect my Abella, the founder of QY," Phillipe smiled gently, "Jack is just your subordinate?"
Abella: !
"You snooped on my messages?"
"It appeared on the screen, it's hard not to see."
"..."
"Before, I didn't know that you designed everything for QY, I will give you something else in the future." Phillipe lowered his head and kissed her, carrying her into the bedroom, "This is my bed, rest here for a while, I'll call you when the food is ready."
"I'm not tired."
"Then just lie down for a while."
She didn't sleep as comfortably on the plane.
Phillipe was afraid that she would focus on work tomorrow and neglect her rest, not even allowing herself time to catch her breath.
Take advantage of this time to rest well.
Abella saw him leave and took out her phone to check, sure enough, Jack had sent her several WhatsApp messages.
There were also some encrypted messages that wouldn't appear on the phone screen, she opened the app and quickly replied to something.
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