My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 369

After a long while, Timothy came in with a tablet. Looking solemnly, he passed it to Ernest.

“Mr. Hawkins, I’m afraid something is wrong.”

Ernest’s eyes suddenly dimmed, and his breath became heavier.

His bad hunch seemed to be confirmed.

He immediately took over the tablet. After he took a glance, his face fell.

On the video that was taken by the mini drone, Wendell was sitting in a place where there was no one around. He was half lying on the deck chair, with a glass of fruit juice in his hand, enjoying the sunshine.

He looked as if he was on vacation.

Not far from him, people who got off from the ship started to move things out to build a house. It seemed that they were going to build up a temporary cabin.

Timothy looked nervous. “Wendell shouldn’t be able to find that we are following him. Or, this must be another way for them to go back to the family. He pretended to bask in the sunshine, deceiving his followers.”

“Crack!”

The tablet snapped.

Ernest looked extremely annoyed, emanating the violent and frightening anger.

“We’re tricked!” he squeezed the words between his teeth.

Timothy’s expression changed dramatically.

Tricked?

He wondered if that meant that Wendell had detoured so much but he wasn’t heading to the Fraser family at all. Instead, he led them here for fun.

“There's no way he'll find out about our tracking method. How on earth has he found out?”

Timothy still couldn’t believe it. Based on his sense, he could tell that Wendell had no idea that they were following him at the beginning

With the irritating face, Ernest ordered coldly, “Let’s go to the island.”

With the loud noise caused by the propeller, the helicopter landed arrogantly on the island.

The strong wind caused blew Wendell’s hair into a mess.

Looking at the helicopter that landed not far from him, Wendell wasn’t surprised at all. He took another sip of the juice and then sat straight, looking at the man who got off from the helicopter with a smile.

Ernest was wearing a black windbreaker. The windbreaker rustled with the wind. He was like a devil coming out of the dark, and his whole body was full of fury from the dark and cold.

He looked so dangerous.

He walked to Wendell step by step. Then he stopped, looking down at Wendell coldly.

Wendell’s smile was stiffened. As if he was gazed at by death, he felt a bit frightened.

What was going on? He had experienced a lot of ups and downs, but he was freaked out by a young man. Wendell once again realized how strong Ernest’s temperament was.

If Ernest had grown up in the Turner family, Wendell wondered how powerful he would have become.

After a short while, Wendell returned to his senses. With a smile, he raised the glass of juice in his hand to Ernest.

“Hi, Ernest. Here you came. Let’s have a drink, shall we?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant brought them a goblet and poured red wine in it. Then another deck chair was put next to them.

Sure enough, everything had been prepared in advance.

Ernest’s eyes became more darkened.

He said in a cold and murderous tone, “Lord Wendell, are you sure you want to be against me?”

The tracking was his most gentle method. If Wendell was still unwilling to cooperate, he would use his most ruthless method without caring about anything else.