The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416 

After blacklisting Harper, Preston threw his phone away. 

Griffon, who was walking in from outside the manor, frowned slightly when he saw the phone on the ground. 

“You’re back.” 

When Preston got up from the sofa and saw that Griffon was drenched, he asked worriedly, “Why are you drenched like 

this?” 

Griffon didn’t reply. He took off his suit jacket and took the 

towel from the servant. 

Only then did he dry his hair unhurriedly and ask him, “Why are you at my house?” 

Preston sighed and replied boringly, “It’s the weekend. I’m too bored, so I came to have a drink with you.” 

He glanced at him coldly and said, “If you’re bored, go to Africa and take your fifth-oldest brother’s job.” 

When Preston heard the word “Africa,” he felt his scalp go numb. “He may not be afraid of sunburn with his thick skin, 

but I can’t. My face is my capital. You can’t cut off my 

livelihood, can you?” 

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The main reason was that he didn’t like African women, unlike 

his brother, who had a special taste preference. 

Moreover, the work in Africa was too complicated. Every time 

his brother came back, he would lose a lot of hair. He didn’t 

want to be bald… 

Preston’s fifth-oldest brother: “You’re the one who’s bald. Your 

whole family is bald!” 

Griffon didn’t have much interest in dealing with Preston. He 

dried his hair and went straight to the bathroom. 

Looking at the lonely and cold back, Preston breathed a sigh 

of relief and sighed helplessly. 

In the past few years, Griffon had always been depressed. He had never seen him smile, and he didn’t know when he could 

let go of that woman. 

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the phone on the ground. It just so happened that an unfamiliar number was calling. 

He snorted. Harper must have found out that he had deleted her, so she couldn’t help questioning him. 

When the call was about to end, he slowly picked up the 

phone and picked it up. “Harper, you…” 

Before he could finish his words, the other party interrupted 

him. “Sir, do you want to buy a house?” 

Preston, “……’ 

Who leaked his number, and why did the sales call him? 

Could the person who sold the house ask who he was first? Did he need to buy a house? 

Preston was so angry that he hung up the phone. He walked to the wine cabinet with a cold face, took a goblet, and poured red wine into it. 

After drinking a few glasses of wine, he was still angry. He picked up his phone and sent a message to his friends. Then he got up, left the manor, and went straight to the nightclub. 

When Griffon came out of the bathroom and saw that Preston 

had left, he frowned and walked to the study on the second 

floor. 

He sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, and flipped through the latest financial data. Then he couldn’t help