The CEO's Wife Is Super Charming

Chapter 82: Chapter 81: The Choice

―――Early the next morning, South City.

A black car was still driving on the wide road. Along the way, Norman Bennett received numerous calls, but he didn’t answer any of them, eventually even turning off his phone.

Elliana Lyle didn’t have the heart to ask who it was; she just blankly stared out the car window in a daze.

From the rearview mirror, you could see several more cars, seemingly about to overtake them, and Norman Bennett uncharacteristically exceeded the speed limit.

Finally, with a screeching sound, the car stopped abruptly, forcibly halted by a vehicle blocking the way ahead.

A tall man in a suit with a buzz cut got out of the car, walking directly to the front of Norman Bennett’s vehicle. Elliana was so scared by the situation that she shrank back.

"Don’t worry, it’s okay," Norman Bennett reassured.

The window slowly rolled down to reveal a young man with an average appearance, marked by a prominent flesh-colored scar across one eye.

He bowed to Norman Bennett and then said respectfully, "Young Master! The Master says you should stay in North City. Please come back with us."

"Get lost." Norman Bennett’s eyes, as icy as ever, now glistened with a trace of fury, clearly irate.

The man outside the window, named Raymond Wood, is a reliable bodyguard of Norman Bennett’s father, Philip Bennett, also considered something of a lackey.

Hearing Norman Bennett’s anger, Raymond dared not confront him, instead keeping his head slightly bowed as he repeated, "Young Master, please return with me. It’s an order from the Master." Then he added, "Don’t worry, Young Master, I’ll make arrangements to send Miss Lyle back."

"There’s no need to try to pressure me with him, move aside!"

"Young Master! Please don’t make this difficult for us." Before Raymond could finish speaking, several of Norman Bennett’s bodyguards had already stepped out from the cars behind, numbering more than ten.

Raymond knew that if it came to a head-on confrontation with Norman Bennett’s men, they’d surely come out worse. After all, the current head matriarch is unable to have heirs, and the Bennetts would inevitably be Normans’s in the future.

After thinking it through, Raymond recognized the pros and cons, so he stepped back a bit and bowed to Norman Bennett, then returned to his car, driving away.

"Norman, was it Uncle asking you to go back?" As the car drove down the road, Elliana’s dazed almond eyes looked at the man.

"Mm! It’s nothing, don’t worry."

face, devoid of any expression or emotion, yet seemed to be repressing something, though apparently, everything

gazing for a while at the man’s

give up. His men continued to follow Norman from behind but were squeezed out by Norman’s team, forcing them to

the hospital, it was already

the sun hardly provided any warmth, and the hospital entrance wasn’t

she hurriedly pushed open the car door, her mind only on getting inside to see her mother. Alas, her ankle, injured before, failed her, and

in

up, careful not to aggravate her

had wheelchairs, and the man pushed her toward the ICU

the room. Her mother’s room was empty, neither Mr. Lyle nor

she didn’t have time to care about that. What she didn’t know was that Mr. Lyle hadn’t

only look inside from the window’s glass, where a group of

her tense hand tightly, managing to calm her down

person now finding

...

―――Half an hour later.

Resuscitation failed. She is declared dead. Please accept our

blue scrubs, wearing glasses, said guiltily

words utterly chilled

and her hands clutched the wheelchair’s armrests, trying

effort

becoming more urgent: "Norman, push me in there, let

Her lips were pale, her face covered in minor scratches, with a bandaged head

before her, Elliana opened her mouth but could not find words to say. Her tears broke free, flowing

was always so beautiful; how could she become like this? She

in front of her, wiping her tears with his thumbs, though he couldn’t wipe them all away. His heart ached, yet he felt that perhaps crying would

it all

Shane Southwell kill her mother. She would never again

word, holding

time she had witnessed her mother’s passing. She couldn’t accept

flush purple from holding her breath, Norman hurriedly patted

a heavy stone crashing down, leaving her unable to

"Girl! Girl!"