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Although Frank constantly talked about money, he arranged for me to stay at a six–star hotel in Jeswood.
I originally planned to return to delaston that night, but Frank said on the phone, “I’m going to Jelaston tomorrow. I can give you a ride back.”
“Alright.”
Might as well enjoy a free Bentley ride.
The next day, I intended to sleep in until I woke up naturally, but a phone call disturbed me.
“Come downstairs.”
It was Frank’s lazy voice.
After being woken up by him for two consecutive days, I couldn’t help but feel irritated. “Dude, did you stay up all night again?”
“Oh, is someone cranky in the morning?”
I took a deep breath to calm myself and forced a smile. “Of course not, just concerned about you. Mr. Smith, what’s the occasion so early in the morning?”
Frank yawned. “Madam Shaw wants to see you.”
“Huh?” I was a bit surprised, and affected by his yawn, I got out of bed while yawning and asked, “Now?” He suddenly spoke sharply. “When do you think? Do you think I have nothing better to do or that I’ve been secretly in love with you for years and am waiting downstairs at this hour?”
“Alright, 15 minutes.”
I quickly washed up, changed into a new outfit, and grabbed my bag as I headed downstairs.
Frank’s car was arrogantly parked under the parking canopy. The owner leaned casually against the car, his head slightly lowered as he played with a lighter in a carefree manner.
I jogged over. “Let’s go.”
“Did you use a stopwatch?” He glanced at his watch and said nonchalantly. “15 minutes, not a second less.”
He was criticizing me for being slow.
cocked my brows and smiled. “I’ll consider it a compliment on my punctuality.”
As I was about to get into the back seat of the Bentley, he said, “Ms. Wilson, I’m going to have to ask you to drive.”
He pressed down on the car door, nodded towards the driver’s seat, and tossed the car keys into my hand.
Then, he comfortably settled into the passenger seat.
I was left with no other choice.
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Chapter 270
I realized why he sent me the Shaw family’s residence location, it was part of his plan.
Reluctantly, I walked around the car, sat in the driver’s seat, and was about to complain about his lack of gentlemanly manners when I saw him pull out an eye mask from somewhere.
He tilted his head and immediately fell asleep.
He must have been born a sleep deprived soul.
However, I eased up on the gas and brake, and the car moved at a steady speed until we arrived at the Shaw family’s residence, where it came to a slow stop.
The mansion had a standard western garden, located on the side of a hill, quiet and serene.
The passenger beside me was still sound asleep.
I reached over and tapped his shoulder, “Mr. Smith?” No to
No response.
“Frank? Frank?”
“Just call me by my name in the future. It sounds better.”
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