No Remarriage for us Stay Away by Livia Storm

Chapter 208 Is He At The Fuller Residence

Chapter 208 Is He At The Fuller Residence

Upon returning home. Lenora scanned the entire living room but found no sign of Cotton.

She leaned over to peer under the table and sure enough, she met a pair of large, round eyes. Unable to help herself, Lenora let out a hearty laugh.

Upon recognizing Lenora, it finally dared to crawl out from under the table and meowed.

8K 76%

5 Free Coins

Lenora bent down to pick it up, cradling it in her arms as she settled down on the couch. As she gently stroked it, she pulled out his phone and dialed the number for the Fuller residence.

A few seconds later, the call connected, and the voice of the housekeeper came from the other end of the line. "Hello, Ms. Wilkin."

"Is Grandma at home?"

"Yes: I'll pass her the phone."

The housekeeper glanced at Zachary, who was sitting on the single seater couch nearby, before handing the phone over to Allison.

"Nora? Are you back from your trip? How was your time abroad? What's the reason for this call of yours?" Allison asked as she took the phone over while making a hushing gesture to Zachary "There's no particular reason, Grandma. I just wanted to visit you. But I was worried you might not be at home, so I thought I'd call ahead."

"I'm at home, so you should come over quickly. I miss you too."

Upon hearing these words, a wry smile crept onto Zachary's lips.

Though he didn't hear Lenora's voice over the phone, he could already guess what Lenora had said.

What Lenora intended to ask was not whether Allison was at home, but rather, she wanted to know if he was at the Fuller residence. "By the way, Grandma, are there any other people at home?" Lenora asked, implying something.

Allison instantly understood who she was referring to.

She shot Zachary a glare, declaring emphatically, "Nope! It's just me and the housekeeper at home." "All right; I'm on my way there now." After ending the call, Lenora fed Cotton once, then got in the car and left.

Inside the Fuller residence. Allison put down the phone and shot a glance at Zachary. "What are you still doing sitting here?" she asked. Zachary was at a loss, "Grandma...

1/4

Nov

Is He At The Fuller

2476%

assist you in mistreating Nora. What good does regret do now? What were you doing before? I was the one who arranged this marriage with your grandfather. hoping to provide Nora with

sorry I

let her come bround when you're here. Likewise, you should stay away when she's

murmured, "I understand. I'll leave now. I'll

me about that. Best

rose to his feet and strode out of

started the car, and drove around a bend before shutting off the

leaned back in his

this spot, one could see the entrance of the Fuller

later, a car with a familiar license

the trunk, retrieved the gifts she had bought on her way here, and

mid-afternoon, Lenora left the Fuller residence and returned to her loft in the city. As she passed by the security desk, the guard informed her that she

that had arrived, which was marked as fragile. It was likely

took a few

E-collar, with round, wide eyes, short little legs, and fluffy fur. The

storm of the scandal exposure, Lenora's main Twitter account saw

comments flooded in. People expressed that they had misunderstood her, sympathized with her, and offered her their support. Initially, she

any slight change or movement would be posted online. There were even many instances

2/4

Nov

Is He At The Fuller

of who was truly behind her father death, heat she was worked that the High

to maintain her visibility, readying

to die, the truth

but due to procedura inges or interference from a

would also use her own public exposure and influence to prevure the relevant authorities, making them reevaluate

that the internet was

her public

praises about how adorable Cotton was, while others were comforting her by bringing

asking her for travel tips to Archulea. It

they had taken according to the city landmarks and released them. The post garnered a heap of praise. At half past six the next morning, a black Cayenne rolled into