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Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 52

As expected by Arielle, when the car pulled up at the manor, Cindy did not follow them into the house. Instead, she beckoned for Alfred. “Something has cropped up at the office, but Rick’s too drunk, so I’ll go on his behalf. Take good care of him for me.”

“Yes, Mrs. Southall,” Alfred replied before helping Henrick into the house.

Seeing Cindy hurriedly make her way down the hill only made Arielle more suspicious than ever. Without hesitation, she pretended to have received a call and answered her phone. “What? Do I have to get the schedule now? Fine, I don’t have a choice, do 1? I’ll make my way to Nightshire Group now.”

Arielle then pretended to frown in annoyance and turned toward Alfred. “I have to make a trip to Nightshire Group now. Fill be home later.”

“It’s late, Ms. Arielle. Why don’t you take one of the family cars?”

Anelle rejected the offer with a wave of her hand. “It’s all right. The company’s sending a car over, and I can’t turn them down.”

“Okay then, please keep yourself safe. If you need a car to pick you up, let me know, and I’ll send one

Arielle smiled gratefully at Alfred’s thoughtfulness “Thank you, Alfred. I’ll make my way down the hill

now.”

“Very well, Ms. Anlelle. Be careful on your way.”

Shandie, who had been watching from the side, rolled her eyes in exasperation, “What’s the big deal?” she muttered angrily “it’s just a brand ambassadorship contract with Soir Coffee, Talking so loudly on the phone as if she wants the whole world to know that she’s working with Nightshire Group. What a prude!

listened silently as his eyes flashed with

of them, Shandie came across as bold and brash, despite having had a

country bumpkin.

one grew up in was secondary. What determined the kind of person one would become were the inherent personality

made sure to keep an ample distance from Cindy as she quietly tailed her. Before long, they had come to a neighborhood outside their

one of the

her eyes around even as she opened the

behind

could spot her

the door closed that Arielle could sigh in relief

the villa and immediately texted it to Ashley: Help me check who owns this

Anielle sent the text, a

immediately grabbed the arm and

rang out. “Please,

me…”

of alcohol. Arielle scrunched up her nose at the

trying to hit

inspection, Arielle realized that this drunkard had

frowned and reluctantly loosened her grip after