Billionaire Defiant Wife Chapter 670
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Suddenly, the drivers braked the cars hard and made loud noises, which caused all the people and things in the car leaning forward.
After a while, the cars stopped.
Evan buttoned his cufflinks with one hand and tried to be stable. Then he heard some noises when people were getting out of the car one after another.
"What's the matter?" Evan pressed the button of the walkie-talkie.
It was from Robert, "The wheels of the leading cars sank into the sand. I am dealing with it."
The car wheels were easy to sink into the sand. It so often happens. To solve this problem, they need to dig another hole to the same depth as the height that the wheels sank.
After digging the hole, the car was ready to move.
But someone suddenly screamed.
It sounded like a maid. She kept screaming for a while as if she saw something terrible.
Avery looked at the clothes on the ground. When she reached for them, her arms uncovered, and the dark blue tattoos showed up.
Evan raised the corner of his mouth slightly and thought to himself, "It seems that Avery is fearless, and no one can stop her."
"I'll be back soon," Evan stood at the door, waiting for Avery.
Avery looked charming and sexy. She was a little shy, lowering her head and her eyes, the hair dangling.
"How beautiful my wife is! No matter what clothes she wears, she always looks beautiful," Evan thought to himself.
Evan rolled his throat knot. Avery attracted him totally. He even wanted to take her clothes off, threw them away, and locked her in the car.
But Avery didn't know what Evan was thinking about, she hurriedly said to him, "Wait for me. I will go with you."
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At the same time, Avery quickly buttoned; however, there were many buttons on the maid's uniform. She had to fasten them one by one.
Avery became impatient. But soon, Evan came over, half knelt in front of her, and help Avery button one by one.
Avery then freed her hands and supported herself with both hands, saying comfortably, "I can't believe that Mr. Lautner is not only good at taking off, but also wearing."
"You made a mistake. The subject missed," After fastening the final button, Evan held Avery up, "I am only good at taking your clothes off ."
Avery lowered her head and surrounded Evan's waist with her long legs in order not to be hit by the car.
"Get away from me."
Evan ignored what Avery said to him and walked to the door directly. Avery started to worry that they looked too intimate to be seen by others.
To her surprise, Evan left her alone when they walked in front of the door.
It was hot outside. The sand was burning even if Evan and Avery wore shoes.
Although Avery felt pains on her waist, she followed Evan walking forward still. When they passed by a few maids, Avery found some people glared at her.
Someone was gossiping:
"Look! She can't walk normally. She can't close her both legs."
"To my surprise, she is a skillful man."
They kept gossiping in a low voice. Although Avery couldn't hear clearly, she knew it was not a good discussion.
Not far away from here, a group of bodyguards stood before one of the leading cars. Claudia and her butler were there too. They were trying to look inside on tiptoes.
Robert found Evan at first and reported what happened. He glanced over Avery, who was standing behind Evan. He didn't know why he felt sorry for Avery all of a sudden.
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"I can't believe that Mr. Howel loves an ugly woman. What should Mrs. Howel and the little princess do?" Robert asked himself.
"Mr. Howel, when the bodyguards were digging sand, they found many remains," Robert said to Evan.
While Evan listened, Robert pushed the bodyguards away so that Evan could move forward.
The sand surrounded the SUV whose head sank.
They moved forward, seeing that there were many skeletons under the car wheel.
"I guess they were dead because of storms," the tour guide said.
Evan took the bodyguard's shovel and pushed the sand away, "They were dead after being shot in the head."
Hearing these words, many people turned to look at the skull. There were many holes in them.
Evan frowned and said, "Go on digging. We must arrive at the nomad's tribe before the night."
The bodyguards then kept digging.
"Look! More than one skulls," a bodyguard suddenly shouted.
Soon, they found more bones.
Claudia was a cowardly man. When she looked at the bones, she immediately stepped back.
Avery moved forward. As the bodyguards dug deeper, more bones were found. They just arrived in the shelterbelt but saw so many bones.
They couldn't even imagine how many bones they would see when they were in the desert.
About ten minutes later, the hole had been prepared. When the car wheels stepped on the piles of bones, the broken bones made a crackling sound, which made people horrified.
Before 3 p.m., they arrived.
The kind nomads stood in front of the door, warmly greeting them. The tribe chief was also standing in the first front, who wore a white robe.
The chief looked like a 50-year-old man with gray hair but looked energetic and strong.
The two women who were standing beside him were his wife and daughter. His wife wore a black headscarf, and his daughter wore a white headscarf. They both used it to cover their whole faces except eyes.
The chief's daughter stared at Evan for a few seconds, surprised by his handsomeness.
Then she glanced over Avery, who looked ordinary, just a maid.
"Princess. Mr. Lautner, welcome. It is my honor to see you," the chief put the white and blue wreath on Evan's neck.
His wife also put the wreath that she made on Claudia's neck.
His daughter also held a string of blue and white wreaths made by iris, which represented her tribe because the flowers could still be alive in the desert.
They were fresh flowers. Water was still on the petals. Although it was the afternoon, it always looked lively.
The girl walked to Evan. When she was going to put the wreath on Evan's neck, Evan stopped her and put it on Avery's wreath.
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