My Wasted Husband Is in Power, Now! novel Chapter 1276

Mike Baylor quickly jumped into the air and left.

Victoria, who was left alone on the ship, was still agitated and uneasy.

When Jordan expelled her from the Mutant Tribe, she really felt that she would never be able to go back. She did not expect that she would go back in such a short period of time. Moreover, she was invited back by a stranger she had never met.

Of course, Victoria had been in the business world for so many years. She wasn't stupid. She knew that he was only willing to treat her like this because she was useful.

However, it was precisely because she had been in the business world for many years that she had long felt that it was very normal to be used by others. People should be used when they were alive, and they had to work hard to obtain the capital to be used.

If you didn't have the ability, no one would want to use you, but you would still be abandoned by the world.

It was the same no matter how thrilling the love between her and Jordan was. However, if Victoria had not maintained her figure for so many years and if she was not a beautiful goddess-level woman, would Jordan have fallen in love with her?

Impossible.

Victoria had already seen through many things. However, she still hesitated for a long time when she agreed to persuade Jordan.

On the third day.

Victoria remained in this leisurely and beautiful village. She stroked the bird's wings with her slender hand and asked.

"Cherry, do you think I should look for Jordan?"

When Cherry heard this, she flew away impatiently.

This was the umpteenth time Victoria had asked this question. An animal like it was tired of hearing it. If it could speak, it would have answered long ago.

"Cherry, don't fly around. Don't go to crowded places!"

Victoria stood up and reminded Cherry.

The winged bird, Cherry, was very intelligent. Even though it couldn't speak, it could understand almost everything Victoria did, and it would follow her orders obediently. Thus, Victoria didn't mind letting it play alone for a while.

On the other hand, Victoria continued to think about this problem while sitting on the boat that she had taken with Mike Baylor and Jiumo Kasyapa.

Perhaps she was too engrossed, but she didn't let go of the mooring line and let the boat start.

At this moment, a white man in his sixties walked over and smiled. "Good morning, beautiful lady."

Victoria snapped out of her reverie and looked at the stranger. She smiled and nodded. "Good morning."

The Caucasian man smiled. "1 see you've been sitting on the boat daydreaming for the past two days. Is there something you're unhappy about? Maybe you can try to tell me. Maybe I can help you. Believe me, there's