Love Has its Will by Selena Lewis novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487

“Hello.”

Brandon opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat.

It was dim in the car, and the outline of the handsome face hid in the darkness.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

“Mr. Cassel, it’s been a long time.” Finn’s voice came from the receiver.

Finn was always calm and smiling, but the more he acted like that, the more terrifying he was.

“Mr. Orwell, just tell me what you need me to do.”

Brandon got straight to the point.

Finn chuckled. “Do you still remember our cooperation? I’ve left you enough time to reminisce. It’s time to fulfill our agreement.”

The day had arrived.

Since he had made a promise, Brandon wouldn’t go back on his word. He said,

“Let’s talk face-to-face somewhere.”

Finn soon sent Brandon an address. It was the Green Forest Club again.

Brandon couldn’t help but think of the Orwell family behind it when he thought of the booming club that rose from the ground.

It was another feud between rich and powerful families. It was not easy for

Brandon to live a peaceful life, but now, he would be in a feud again.

Brandon closed his eyes for a while. When he opened his eyes, he stepped on the accelerator, and the Ferrari sped out.

The Green Forest Club was close to the hospital

Brandon was treated, and it took Brandon about ten minutes to drive there.

The Ferrari roared all the way. With a perfect drift, it stopped steadily at the club entrance.

The doorman last time came over to park the car for Brandon with alacrity.

The doorman didn’t recognize Brandon wrongly and even called out his name,

“Mr. Cassel, please come in. Mr. Orwell is waiting for you upstairs.”

Brandon had been here once, so he didn’t need anyone to lead the way and quickly found the private room where he had seen Finn last time.

Finn was sitting in a wheelchair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. It was not too cold, but he wore a fur cloak.

Under the black fur on his collar, his pale cheeks looked even weaker. Finn’s illness was not so serious before going to Paris, and now he was coughing at any time.

Carl stood to the side, both distressed and helpless.

“Mr. Orwell, why do you have to go to Paris? Look at you now.”

Finn fulfilled his promise and flew to Paris to see Lilia in this half month.

Paris was known for its romance and vitality, but Finn only felt that his sick body was out of place.

Finn pretended to be vigorous, yet, he couldn’t hide his drawn-out illness. When he kept his spirits up, Finn looked much better than he did at home.

Lilia vaguely knew Finn was suffering from some chronic illness, so she didn’t think about the terminal illness. She thought Finn was too exhausted from work.

Lilia was keen to spend time with Finn. Every day, except for classes, she loved to go to the streets and alleys to feel Paris with Finn.

Finn was nearing the end of his life. After he went home, his condition had been way worse.

It was only the beginning of autumn, but Finn had put on thick clothes to keep warm.

Finn understood he didn’t have much time left even though others didn’t talk about it.

A strange soup even replaced the red wine he often drank.