Chapter 270 Trophy Wife

• Earlier, when Arabella left his warehouse, Sen. Meyer stayed a little longer staring at where Arabella exited.
• His fingers ran on the side surface of his table while he was greatly mesmerized by his thoughts.
• "Arabella Jones... Jane Foster... you will be my pawn." Sen. Meyer muttered in the air along with his wicked grin. "You will serve me first before I kill you together with your useless father." He continued sounding in the air while his fingers continued to run on the surface.