Chapter 13 Does It Concern You, Mr Harris?
The Adams chose not to directly intervene because it involved other people’s family affairs. Therefore, Ericko decided to call the police. Subsequently, both Vanessa and Gerald were taken to the police station. for mediation and investigation.
Having witnessed the absurd drama, Maggie felt a sense of satisfaction and immediately decided to leave the banquet.
As she stepped out of the hotel’s main entrance, a refreshing gust of night wind blew towards her, providing an indescribable coolness.
Feeling in a good mood, Maggie couldn’t help but think. Everything will change, won’t it?
At that moment, Ericko followed her outside and said gently, “Ms. Adam, there was no incident of a servant’s accidental death at the Adams. Could you please provide your mother’s name? I believe there might be some misunderstanding.”
Maggie stared at him for a while. Ericko didn’t rush her; his patient and gentle gaze met hers. There was an inherent persuasiveness in his demeanor.
After a moment, Maggie spoke softly, Jocelyn Quinlan.”
Ronald carefully arranged the identity and name of her mother. In her past life, she did investigate, but at that time, she didn’t suspect the Camerons, so her inquiry wasn’t thorough. What she found was what Ronald wanted her to discover.
After the investigation, it only deepened her hatred towards the Adams.
Ericko softly repeated the name as if searching through his memory, then looked at Maggie and said, “I’ve noted it down.”
Maggie nodded slightly and didn’t look at him again, fearing that her eyes might betray the hint of redness.
Suddenly, warmth enveloped Maggie’s shoulders as Ericko draped his suit jacket over her. He spoke gently, T’ll have someone escort you home.”
The sudden warmth made Maggie feel a sense of unreality for a moment.
Subconsciously, she looked at the gentle but somewhat distant man beside her, her throat tightening. She gently curled her fingers, which hung at her side, and said, “Mr. Adam, it’s not necessary. I have plans with friends.”
Is he my brother?
He is a modest gentleman with a gentle demeanor.
In this lifetime, I will surely protect them well.
At that moment, Nathael’s car stopped across the street. He watched the woman standing at the door
After reaching the roadside, Maggie prepared to hail a taxi to go back.
Not long after, a black Maybach slowly pulled up in front of her. Maggie was stunned for a moment, then saw the window roll down, revealing Nathael’s cold and handsome face.
“Get in. His eyes were deep, and his voice was low.
Maggie was stunned for a moment, not expecting Nathael to ask her to get in the car.
Seeing her hesitating. Nathael furrowed his brow, a hint of impatience in his eyes. “I don’t want to repeat myself.
Maggie hesitated for a moment, then decisively went around to the other side and got into the car.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was heavy, and the air carried a faint scent of cedar, his fragrance. Maggie turned her head to look at the man whose face was illuminated by the light and couldn’t help but speak softly, “You…
“Are you quite familiar with him?” Nathael cut to the chase, feeling that the suit she was wearing looked particularly conspicuous.
“Who?” Maggie subconsciously responded, then realized he was probably talking about Ericko.
She opened her mouth, momentarily unsure how to respond.
Familiar?
Of course, not familiar at all. Even before today, I had hardly met Ericko.
But, are we not familiar?
He is my blood–related brother.
Seeing her silent, Nathael’s gaze turned even colder. He suddenly approached, his big hand pinching her chin, and his thin lips lightly parted. “What do you want from Ericko this time?”
His voice carried an inexplicable chill, and his dark eyes were deep, emanating an oppressive aura.
In the small space, he was in close proximity to her. His cold and handsome face was just inches away, seemingly filled with suppressed anger.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Let's Start All Over Again, Shall We (Maggie and Nathaniel)