Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber) novel Chapter 254

Confused by all these questions, Jared decided to talk to Amber. He picked up his phone and dialed her number.

Unexpectedly, instead of Amber's voice, a robotic voice answered him and told him that the phone had been switched off.

Ben also heard the robotic voice. He coughed slightly and said, "Well, why not find her and talk to her face to face?"

Approval together with a hint of disappointment flashed across in Jared's eyes.

Yet he shook his head after a few seconds, and he said, "No. I will go to Gardner's place first. I need to unveil Makenna's mask."

"Yes, sir. I will get you the car now." Ben pushed up his glasses with excitement and went out to get the car.

Jared opened the electronic album on his phone, found out and began to appreciate the two photos of Amber taken by the shopping guide of the suit store previously. With great affection and tenderness in his eyes, he sighed, "During all those six years of our marriage, why haven't you ever told me that you have once been someone's pen pal?"

If she had given him a little hint, he might have figured out that she was Maple Leaf.

Then he would definitely not do those things to her!

A buzz drew his attention back from his thoughts.

His phone was vibrating.

There was a message sent by Ben: Mr. Farrell, the car is ready at the gate.

Jared turned off the phone, put it back in his pocket and then walked out of the office.

It rained and the fog came in when they were driving to Gardner's villa. The grey and misty sky made them hard to see the road clearly.

Ben muttered while driving, "Mr. Farrell, have you noticed that the weather has been so strange recently? The weather forecast told us that it would be sunny today but it rained and there was thunder last night. What's more, there were floods and earthquakes in some places."

"It's quite normal. It happens every year," Jared answered casually, with his eyes fixed on Amber's photo and his thumb rubbing her face on it.

Ben tittered a little and said, "Well, I know it is normal. It's just my thoughts."

Jared ignored him and kept silent.

Suddenly, Jared saw someone standing in the middle of the road in front of them.

Dressed in totally white and with a black umbrella, the man stood there with no intention of leaving or moving.

Seeing the man, Ben hooted the horn, signaling him to leave. But the man just stood there and didn't move an inch.

"What's wrong with him?" Ben frowned and cursed in a low voice, "He wants to get himself killed? Why doesn't he move away?"

"Stop the car!" Jared ordered.

The man must be there waiting for them if he didn't want to move.

A sharp sound coming from the tires penetrated the sky.

The car jerked to a halt.

Both Ben and Jared were rocked heavily by the halt.

Ben looked around and asked, "Mr. Farrell, are you alright?"

"I am fine," Jared responded in a displeased tone as he stared at that man standing in the middle of the road.

And then, he rubbed his brows and ordered, "Unlock the door."

"Are you getting off the car?" Ben asked anxiously.

This was the private road of East Aspen, and, usually, not many people would come here. At that moment, except for the two people sitting in the car, there was no other man on the road than that one dressed in white.