The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Chapter 1175 Edmund Texted Her

The figure’s eyes widened in shock when Sebastian mentioned the head of The Coffee Shop, for even with their considerable influence and unrelenting efforts, SteelFort still could not identify who that person was. After all this while, has the head of the organization finally decided to show themself?

“What should we do then, Mr. Hayes? Are they up to something for appearing at this juncture and tailing Ms. Sabrina? Do you think…”

The figure suddenly stopped talking mid-sentence because they both already knew where the conversation was heading.

Since Sabrina was the organization’s target, there could only be one possibility—they had become suspicious of someone.

The winter night in Jadeborough was bone-chillingly cold, yet the harsh cold paled in comparison to the fear-inducing aura exuding from Sebastian.

“It’s about time we finally put an end to this!”

“What do you mean, Mr. Hayes?”

never to leave her side,” ordered

should do. Just protection? So we’re not making a move on the organization? What if something goes wrong? After all, these people are crafty, and this is their territory. For all we know, they

worried, he eventually decided that it was best for him, as a subordinate,

received a call from Sophie, so Sebastian dropped her and

you need anything at

feeling offended that Sebastian asked the boy to

the heck is he trying to imply? That

“Hey, I’m more than—”

Daddy! I will do my very best to take care of them, so don’t you worry.” Before Sasha could argue with the

Sasha was upset, all she could do was glare at the man from afar since the First

Zander!” she greeted after bringing her children next

as ever, greeted in response as soon as she stepped out of the car with two small boxes in her hands. “Good morning! Wait, you brought your daughter instead. I thought…” Her sentence was cut

his father suggested I bring Vivian instead.

the boys in mind when I prepared the gifts, so I was just a little surprised to see your little

could tell that they were valuable antiques and not

Mrs. Zander. We

can’t bear any