Upon hearing Uncle Ming’s words, Julian Lancaster slowly lifted his gaze and said softly, "Uncle Ming, I thought you knew what should and shouldn’t be said. My marriage is my own affair to decide."
Uncle Ming’s mouth twitched slightly.
Alright... His well-intentioned reminder was unappreciated.
Julian Lancaster’s words clearly carried a warning, telling him not to speak recklessly in front of Old Master Lancaster.
At times, Uncle Ming was quite intimidated by the unfathomable Julian Lancaster.
He was truly unpredictable, and Uncle Ming dared not disobey Julian Lancaster’s words. This matter was definitely something Uncle Ming didn’t dare to tell Old Master Lancaster about.
"Young Master Quentin, don’t worry, I know what to say. I’ll take my leave now."
At this moment, Nina Sinclair arrived at the parking lot with the key, only to find that the key in her hand seemed a bit different. Thɪs chapter is updated by No(ᴠ)ᴇlFire.nᴇt
This seemed to be a custom-made car key, encrusted with jewels.
She recalled seeing in the news that this type of car key was a custom luxury item, more expensive than a Lamborghini.
Julian Lancaster surely drove out the car of the real President Lancaster!
Instantly, Nina Sinclair found herself in a mix of tears and laughter.
He went all out for the act; his preparations were thoroughly complete, from actors to clothing, to everything used, with no flaws at all. No wonder there were no slip-ups and everyone was deceived.
Even she almost believed it, thinking for a moment he was the real deal.
But Julian Lancaster was just a driver, how could he be Julian Lancaster? How could the real President Lancaster be so free to act with her?
Very quickly, Nina Sinclair found that luxury car and opened the passenger side door to sit inside.
Once settled, her mind began to wander.
Her act had been executed beautifully; from every aspect, it was breathtakingly realistic. Yet after the joy, she had to return to reality. Julian Lancaster had a new girlfriend, and although he left her to help, maybe it was only because he agreed to the contract.
She shouldn’t be so selfish; their contract was coming to an end. She should let Julian Lancaster go free.
Thinking this, a wave of suppression suddenly overwhelmed her, making her heartache so intense she almost couldn’t breathe.
She couldn’t resist reaching out to wipe the corners of her eyes.
Suddenly, she was reluctant to let go.
At that moment, the car door on the driver’s side opened, and Julian Lancaster, having dealt with his affairs, returned.
Nina Sinclair didn’t want him to see her vulnerable emotions, so she swiftly suppressed them, turning her head towards the window.
In fact, Julian Lancaster never said anything or made any promises from the start to end.
Even though he now had a girlfriend, she couldn’t blame him. It was her own one-sided affection towards him.
Now that she knew, it was a sort of blessing, at least she wasn’t too deeply entangled.
"Have you been waiting long?"
"No," Nina Sinclair muffledly replied.
Julian Lancaster furrowed his brows slightly, noticing Nina Sinclair’s particularly low mood. He didn’t know what she was thinking in her heart, subconsciously assuming she was downcast because of Vincent.
He pressed his thin lips together and started the car with a stern expression.
A moment later, the two returned to the apartment together.
Upon arriving home, Nina Sinclair looked at the small apartment in front of her, feeling a mix of emotions. She and Julian Lancaster had lived here for only a short while, but it felt as if they’d been together for a long time.
Every corner here was filled with Julian Lancaster’s presence.
Tomorrow they were going to the civil affairs bureau for a divorce.