Send You all Stars in the Sky Chapter 63: Carl likes me?

"Grace, you haven't discovered Boss Carl's true feelings for you, have you?" Warren Fule looked at her with a full face of sarcasm and asked back.

She looked up at Warren Fule with a full face of disbelief and said, "Warren Fule, Carl, does he... really like me?"

"Of course it is true. If Boss Carl didn't like you, he wouldn't have done much for you, let alone given up his life to save you over and over again." He shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile, "Moreover, he feels guilty for you. During this period of time, he has been looking for various famous doctors to cure your throat."

"Is it?" Grace smiled absent and his heart ached.

But why has he never said this to her?

Warren Fule sighed lightly, took out an old mobile phone, handed it to Grace, and whispered, "Grace, this is a spare mobile phone that Boss Carl has never changed in ten years. Take a good look. After reading it, perhaps you will understand Boss Carl's heart."

Grace took the phone and tears came out the moment he unlocked it.

The screen saver of the mobile phone was the only photo of her and Carl. It was about seven years ago. She won the grand prize in the singing competition and held up the trophy. She had to pull his photo. He refused, who never liked to take photos. However, she put her arms around his neck and took this photo regardless.

In the photo, his face is still smelly, but his big hands hold her tightly.

She did not expect that he had saved this photo to this day.

What surprised Grace even more was that the photo album of this mobile phone, from the first to the last, was full of her photos.

There were funny selfies of her youth when she was a teenager, snapshots of her when they were playing together, and careful candid photos of her when she was asleep, one by one, one by one, all of which were their memories.

"Five years ago, even if Boss Carl complained that you had killed his brother-in-law, and even if he hated you very much, he was not willing to delete his memories with you." Warren Fule said with a wry smile, "Grace, do you know that Boss Carl has survived these photos during your five years away?"

Hearing this, Grace grabbed his lower lip and his tears became more fierce.

She had always thought that she had loved Carl more in the past ten years, but now she knew that his love for her was no less than half of hers, but he was more forbearing and careful.

Grace grabbed Warren Fule's hand and hurriedly said, "Warren Fule, I beg you, you must find Carl. I still have a lot of things to say to him. He cannot die..."

"I'd like to, too, but this time Boss Carl is in danger." Warren Fule said with a wry smile and shook his head.

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For the next few days, Grace called Warren Fule every day to ask him about Carl, but after three days in a row, he still could not find Carl.

The Carl family Group is already in a mess.

This evening, Grace received a phone call from Wolfgang unexpectedly. Wolfgang asked her to meet in Imperial City and said she had something very important to say to her.

Worried that it was related to Carl, she hurried to the imperial city.

As soon as I entered the private room, I saw Wolfgang sitting alone in the large VIP private room, slowly opening a bottle of good champagne.

Seeing Grace coming, he slowly walked up to her and handed him the glass of champagne. Yapi smiled and said, "Grace, come on, let's have a good drink."

"Wolfgang, is there anything happy?" Grace frowned.

"Of course there is." He bent close to her and whispered to her ear bone, "Carl is dead."

What?

Grace shook his body and looked at him with disbelief.

Carl is dead? No... No...

However, he smiled and said, "Grace, you are also very happy, aren't you? Don't worry, Carl family Group will soon be mine, and I can give you back the Grace family Group you want..."

"Wolfgang, what have you done to Carl?" Grace couldn't help interrupting him and shouted at him, "Carl, he is a person, a living person, a human life, in your eyes, is it so worthless?"

"But you bullied you, didn't you?" Wolfgang's long and narrow eyes narrowed and his voice suddenly cooled down. "He put you in a mental hospital for five years. He ruined your face, broke your voice, and made you die better than live. He died long ago!"

"But what does it have to do with you? Wolfgang, will you mind your own business?"

"Mind your own business?" He grunted coldly, "Grace, I helped you kill Stella and help you recapture the Grace family Group. In your eyes, I am meddling?"

"Yes!" Her voice also raised a few points. "I never wanted Stella to die, let alone Carl. Wolfgang, who are you? Why did you do this?"

Hearing her words, Wolfgang sneered and crushed the champagne glass in his hand.

The next second, he grabbed Grace by the neck, pressed her on the table and said coldly, "Grace, I knew that no matter what I do, you only have Carl in your eyes! All you care about is him! But this time, I won't let you go again! Carl is dead, and you Grace have long been my woman!"

At the drop of his voice, he took another glass of champagne with strange color, squeezed her neck and poured it into it.

She screamed with fear, but could not push him away at all. She could only let him pour all the champagne into her mouth.

She immediately felt dizzy and her legs were weak. The next second, she fainted directly.

Opening his eyes again, Grace found himself locked up in a beautifully decorated villa.

She shook her groggy head and wanted to get up, only to see Wolfgang standing in front of her in a straight suit, and in the middle of the room was a delicate wedding dress.

"Wolfgang, what do you want?" Grace looked at him in shock and asked.

Only then did he turn to look at her, bent over and approached her slowly, lowering his voice and saying, "Grace, are you awake? Is there anything wrong?"

As he said this, he reached out to touch her forehead.

However, she opened his hand and got up directly from the bed. She said coldly, "I want to go home."

But before she could walk out of the room door, she was stopped by two bodyguards in black uniforms.

Wolfgang smiled gently and said, "Grace, don't run away, stay here and take good care of yourself. In three days, it will be our wedding."

"Wedding?" Grace repeated his words, feeling quite ridiculous. "Wolfgang, who said he would marry you? Don't forget, now the whole of Romantic city knows that I am Carl's wife and you can't marry me."

"It doesn't matter. Soon everyone will know that Carl is dead and you will be my bride." However, he said clearly, "When the time comes, I will take the whole Grace family Group as the dowry and marry you home in an open and graceful manner."