Chapter 190

She just wished me a pleasant weekend?

What made her think I should have a pleasant weekend?

His long, slender fingers pressed against the pages of his book. His eyes were deep, and his expression thoughtful.

Gary walked inside with the boxes of medicine, sighing, “Ah, when you get old, you get sick for no reason.

The next morning.

Sherry and I hit the road at 7 a.m. For our safety, she’d recruited her brother–a sports school student on summer break–as our

escort.

I eyed the towering yet puppy–eyed teen and shot Sherry a look: Don’t you think we look like two rich ladies hiring a boytoy?

“Safety first!” she mouthed, reading my mind.

That was a fair point. We might be going into the mountains and countryside, and rural

investigations always carried risks. Though

young, Stuart’s broad shoulders radiated dependable energy.

“Fine.” I tossed Stuart the keys, sweetening the deal:“Pick any gift you want after this.”

Stuart’s handsome face flushed

glad to be of your

load the trunk. Drive carefully.” With that, she put on her sunglasses and went to

helped me with my

when

car.

a boyfriend? And

away before getting out of his own.

glanced up from his tablet

15:22

the long

crash?”

jinx my portfolio!” The steward dumped groceries, leaning in

“What?!”

shocked.“I don’t!

happen?”

kept it

secret.”

he looks like a college student, quite tall and delicate. He smiles shyly, and his eyes shine brightly when

type!” That explains why she doesn’t like Mr. Jones. It makes sense; she must have had enough of his mind games and temper. She’s seen too many difficult men,

choose a

make her happy. She’s

money anyway.

if remembering something, he reminded,

Jones.”

a knowing

If Mr. Jones knew about it, with his temper, Olivia would

approached. Evan emerged from the direction of the bedroom, dressed in a casual black suit. Among all colors, black best accentuated his coldly handsome

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