My Ex-Wife and Kids Came In Like A Wrecking Ball novel Chapter 7

There were only two people in the booth.

Byron scanned the booth once before his gaze finally landed on his daughter.

The little girl was feeling wronged after Rosalie upped and left all of a sudden just now but seeing her own daddy now, not only was she fearful, she even sunk her head grumpily.

Byron’s gaze sunk slightly.

“Little lady, are you all right?”

Both father and daughter were sullen, and this was where Luther, the assistant came in handy.

The little girl glanced at him and turned away angrily, ignoring him.

Luther scrutinized her carefully. Noting that she was safe and sound, he was relieved and turned back to report to Byron.

Byron nodded and his eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the woman sitting next to his daughter.

When their gazes met, Mary’s heart constricted and pinched the palm of her hand, only then did she manage to keep her expression steady.

“Where is Rosalie?”

Byron glanced over Mary’s face. Seeing her clearly, his expression sank slightly.

He recognized Rosalie!

Mary was shocked on behalf of her best friend and was glad that she got away in time.

The man was so imposing that she found it a little tough to breathe.

If Rosalie had been here, who knows what would have happened!

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Who are you people? Why didn’t you knock before you enter?”

Mary collected her thoughts and put on her best acting skills to use. She hugged the girl into her arms and looked at the people in front of her with vigilance.

Byron frowned. “The one in your arms is my daughter. Were you the one who called me just now?”

Mary was stunned for a moment, steeling herself, she said, “That’s me.”

Byron stared at her expressionlessly and his eyes slowly swept through every detail in the compartment.

The voice of the woman in front of him was similar to the voice on the phone.

It did not fool him, however.

Moreover, the compartment’s camouflage had obviously been hastily put together.

There were indeed two sets of dishes and cutleries on the table but the third seat next to them was slightly askew.

A waiter of the Drunken Divine’s Dwelling would not make such a mistake, only someone else would have done it.

The table was filled with dishes that were not equivalent to the portion that would be taken by a woman and a child.

Byron’s eyes circled around the compartment and then landed on Mary again.

Mary’s heart sank inexplicably at his gaze.