Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 621

Zephyr’s heart thumped, and he quickly went after Zennie.

Cordelia dared not run too fast as she was pregnant, so she followed behind him by walking fast. He stopped in front of the outpatient building, looking rather gloomy.

There was only one department, the psychology department.

There was a counseling room there. Important figures of Centrolis frequented this place to vent whatever they had.

Cordelia was worried and instantly thought Zennie might be there to talk to a psychologist, not for the college entrance examination, but for the strange message from an anonymous number.

She had Seth guiding her for the examination. She was usually great at taking stress, and she had always aced in school.

Therefore, that should not be it.

So… the message was the only reason!

Cordelia jolted and looked at Zephyr. They soon understood what they had in mind from each other’s eyes.

“Hubby!” Cordelia quickly pulled him. “Don’t go in now!”

He stopped.

That was right. He was too impulsive and had not thought it through.

If he rushed in and Zennie saw him, she would hide from him even more. She would not tell him the truth anymore.

She had gone to talk to Seth at his clinic the last time, but she did not look for him when she needed help now. Clearly, she was hiding something from him.

Cordelia’s voice was soft, but each word was unusually clear. “Zephyr, I’m sure this has something to do with Phil. It's better for the doer to undo what he has done. As soon as we find Phil, everything will be solved.”

He nodded.

However, it was really hard to look for Phil. There had been no news about him the past few months, and none of his men could find anything about him.

The only clue was that he was good at disguising himself.

If he was walking on the street, it would be almost impossible to recognize him.

Cordelia sighed. “Please get Uncle Clark to care for her more. It’s lucky that Zennie walked out of her trauma the last time. This time… we can’t let our effort go to waste.”

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Fredric went to the bar that he usually frequented with Josiah.

It was afternoon, so the bar was empty. There was not even music.

Nevertheless, the professional bartender served him juice anyway.

“Why did you give me this?” Fredric frowned. “It smells like juice. Do you think I’m a kid?”

The bartender felt wronged. “Aren’t you a lawyer? Shouldn't you always have a clear head and not drink anything alcoholic…”

“I don’t have a case today!” Fredric was pissed.

It was the first time the bartenders saw the soft-spoken lawyer being mad. They left him alone.

What was wrong? Did he lose a case?