In the lounge, Abby Miller sat by the bed in a daze, lost in thought.
If Richard Scott insisted on meeting Nancy Lee, she should be happy. If they succeeded, maybe she would be free?
But why... But she suddenly became unhappy.
Why? What kind of place was wrong?
Abby Miller bit her lip gently, puzzled.
At this moment, Richard Scott pushed open the lounge door and walked in.
She looked up at him. Sure enough, his face was gloomy, and there seemed to be a storm in his eyes.
Abby Miller was a little scared and wanted to retreat, but she still asked hesitantly, "Mr. Scott, are you okay?"
Richard Scott did not speak. He merely sat down beside her.
After a while, he said lightly, "I'm fine."
He turned his head to look at Abby Miller beside him and said softly, "Come with me somewhere later."
At dusk, Richard Scott drove to the Villa District in the suburbs of Great City with Abby Miller.
The villas here were all in European architectural style and covered a wide area. On a large area of green lawn, milky white lamps were shining gently like pearls.
Through the delicate carved iron gate, one could see a sculpture fountain in the middle of the courtyard. Beads of water fell from the air a few meters high, turning into different colors under the surrounding lights.
How magnificent!
Compared with the Imperial Villa in the downtown area, the villa here was hundreds of times more luxurious!
"Mr. Scott, what are we doing here?"
When the car stopped in front of one of the villas, Abby Miller asked curiously.
"This... is where my mother used to live."
Richard Scott’s words were like gold. He pressed the horn twice at the same time and the metal door decorated with luxurious patterns slowly opened.
Abby Miller was slightly stunned.
This was the first time she had heard him mention his mother!
Previously, Abby Miller only knew that Richard Scott had a bad relationship with Old Master, but he did not know about his mother at all.
Of course, Abby Miller didn't dare ask more. But at this moment, when she heard him mention it, she didn't know why... She always felt that Richard Scott's tone was a little sad!
Just as Abby Miller was lost in her thoughts, the car finally stopped at the entrance of the main villa. Richard Scott got out of the car and she quickly followed in.
This villa was a three-story building. The first floor was an empty living room with a large area. Long crystal lamps hung down from the ceiling five or six meters high, shining brightly.
Two rows of uniformed servants stood neatly on both sides of the hall, standing in front of Leo.
Seeing the two of them coming in from outside the door, Leo took a step forward, stretched out his hand with white gloves, and saluted. "Young Master, you are here."
All the servants also bowed and shouted in unison, "Hello, Young Master and Young Madam."
Abby Miller's hair stood on end. Should they be so serious?
She leaned against Richard Scott uneasily, trying her best to suppress the urge to hide behind him.
Sure enough, she was still not used to such a rich and powerful family.
She stole a glance at Richard Scott beside her. What was he bringing her here for?
Richard Scott did not look uncomfortable at all. He nodded to everyone and then asked Leo in a deep voice, "Leo, is dinner ready?"
"Young Master, it's ready."
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