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On the suburban road, an inconspicuous black car is parked by the roadside, hazard lights flashing, showing no intention of leaving anytime soon.
In the car, Summer Monroe leans impatiently against the seatback, turning her head to look out at the monotonous, somewhat desolate landscape.
In the passenger seat, Heather Donovan is looking at her phone, muttering to herself, "It’s already past nine. We’ve wasted too much time hiding here and there. I wonder if he’ll be angry later..."
Summer’s eyes reveal even more irritation, but she says nothing, simply watching outside quietly.
Soon, another black car approaches from the opposite direction, eventually stopping face to face.
Heather abruptly turns, her tone uncertain whether it’s happiness or something else, "Summer, the car has arrived. Let’s go."
Summer’s eyes show an inexplicable panic and unease. Moving sluggishly, she gets out of the car and follows Heather to the vehicle opposite.
The other vehicle is a black Bentley.
In the darkness, at first glance, the Bentley looks no different from any ordinary car. Only upon approaching does one realize that no matter how close one gets, the interior of the Bentley remains obscured.
Heather climbs into the front passenger seat, leaving Summer to the back seat.
Summer seems to be deliberately stalling, slowly getting into the car. When she sees there’s only a young man in the back seat, she subconsciously breathes a sigh of relief. Thɪs chapter is updated by noveⅼfire.net
But very quickly, Summer’s expression turns tense again, sitting silently in the car.
The young man beside her keeps a calm demeanor, his handsome and pale face showing a hint of nonchalance, "Miss, it’s been a while."
"Mm." Summer’s voice is low, her heart pounding like a drum, "Are—are you here to pick us up alone?"
The young man curls his lips, appearing still somewhat indifferent and dismissive, "Obviously, aside from the driver, it’s just me."
Pausing, the man adds, "Sir is waiting for you at the villa."
Summer nods and says no more.
The car starts moving slowly.
Summer maintains a distance from the man beside her, leaning against the window. She takes out her phone, idly opening a time-wasting game, then mutes the sound and absentmindedly taps at the glowing points on the screen.
The car’s interior is eerily silent.
Not long after, Heather, seemingly unable to endure the quiet any longer, turns to the man in the back seat to chat.
Her tone carries a smile, one that feels somewhat ingratiating.
"Gregory, it’s been over a year since we last met, right? During this time, you’ve been taking care of him... Thank you for your hard work. When you have time, you should come into the city, and Summer and I will host you."
The man named Gregory Barnes, his name perfectly matching his cold exterior.
"You’re too kind, ma’am," Gregory says in a calm tone, devoid of any discernible fluctuation, "I usually have to work by the chairman’s side, so I’m afraid I won’t have the time."
Continuing, Gregory shifts his tone, "Tonight, you and Miss might not be able to sleep early. Given the current situation, ma’am, perhaps you should rest for a while."
Heather laughs awkwardly and turns away without another word.
Summer lowers her eyes, her fingers tightening slightly around her phone.
She lifts her eyes coldly and looks at Gregory.
Just in time to meet Gregory’s gaze.
The unexpected meeting of their eyes, Gregory’s phoenix-like eyes, strikingly beautiful, curve slightly.
"Miss, it’s been a long time. You don’t seem too eager to see me?"