Chapter 877 Asleep
After the glare from Arielle, Vinson lost all courage to keep offering boyfriends to Trisha.
It was a peaceful meal.
After Trisha hurriedly finished her meal—she could not truly enjoy the taste of her food—she rose to her feet, about to bid her farewells.
Although she was not a social butterfly, she knew how to read a room.
Vinson must have felt that she was interrupting them for him to have said that earlier.
However, Trisha did not hate Vinson. If he was even jealous of a girl, that meant his love for Arielle had to be plenty.
She felt relieved with that thought in mind.
After Arielle sent Trisha into a cab, she grumpily entered Vinson’s car. “Aren’t you a little too hostile to Trisha? She’s shy. You’ll scare her like this.”
“I’m sorry.” Vinson shrugged. “I’ll take note of it next time.”
Arielle frowned. “Next time? I doubt she’ll have a meal with you around ever again.”
Vinson repeated, “Sorry. I guess I’ll apologize to her next time.”
Not wanting to start a fight with Vinson, Arielle sighed. “Forget it. That’ll scare her even more. By the way, let’s go to Rocher Private Hospital before going home.”
“Okay.” Vinson then stepped on the accelerator as he mulled over the call he had gotten back when he was waiting for Arielle at the school gates earlier.
It was a call from the Specialized Forces.
They told him that the target had stopped moving and that the target was at Turlen.
Cindy was indeed rescued by those who had killed Maureen, but should I tell this to Arielle?
He knew that once Arielle found out about it, she was sure to find a way to get to Turlen.
He had to find out as soon as possible what was different about that place from others.
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