Chapter 807 Coincidence

When the SUV was pulled over, a servant walked up to them.

While unbuckling the seat belt, Clarence explained, "We didn't check him but wished to know him more. We love you, Mya, so we don't expect anyone to hurt our little girl. Don't be mad, Mya. We've agreed to let you be together, haven't we?"

However, Mya felt upset, thinking they had gone too far to check Finnley behind her back.

It showed her parents didn't trust Finnley. She couldn't accept them suspecting such an excellent man like Finnley.

"All right. All right.” Shirley could tell how she felt. Holding Mya's hand, she consoled Mya, "Don't be mad. We'll get down soon. It's not your father's fault. I insisted on asking him to check Finnley. I was worried you would be hurt. What if he had got married in his hometown but pretended to be single in another city?"

"Mom! Can't you just trust him?" Mya was still upset.

"All right. All right. Let's talk about it some other day. Get down." Shirley pushed the door open and whispered to her, "Keep your good manners. Respect Mr. Russell as respecting your grandfather. They experienced life and death together, just like siblings."

After the Saunders family got down, bodyguards in suits greeted them politely to welcome them.

men walked out of the living room with walking sticks,

Benedict's face, she felt weird. Although it

Finnley. Mya wondered if he was

next second, she denied her thought as she didn't think

had such a weird thought because she had missed Finnley too

be

proudly, “This is my daughter, Shirley Powell. This is my granddaughter, Mya

Mr. Russell." Her voice was sweet

greeted each other, they walked towards the living

the door, Claire gazed at

Mya to appear, as she had recognized Mya was Finnley's

Claire had never met her in person, she

How coincident!

glued to the spot. Suddenly, she returned to her senses. She couldn't accept

had dressed up

her hand. "Hi,

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