Regrets Come Too Late (Sierra and Johnny) novel Chapter 500

When Maxwell looked at her for the fourth time, Sierra finally turned to him and asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing,” Maxwell said.

“Sure,” Sierra said as she raised an eyebrow.

“Right,” Maxwell nodded back.

Sierra looked away and turned to look outside the window, her heart strangely calm.

After a long while, Maxwell finally spoke. “Sierra.”

“If you have something to say, just say it.” Sierra kept looking out the window, though she could not help wondering if he was about to tell her to give up the shares again.

“What kind of man is Solomon?” Maxwell finally asked, his tone was still cold. “When you were with the Henderson family, were you around him much?”

Sierra pulled her attention back from whatever that was beyond the window. “Solomon?”

Maxwell’s expression gave nothing away. “Yes.”

“Not much. John told me he wasn’t a good person and told me to stay away from him.” Sierra did not hide it. It was not exactly a secret. “I’ve only seen him a handful of times over the years.”

Except for all the encounters with him in the past few months, she could have counted the times she had seen him during the past five years on one hand.

The air around Maxwell turned even colder.

Sierra vaguely sensed he might have something to do with Solomon, but she did not ask. She had no interest in other people’s

secrets.

“Is he married?” Maxwell asked again.

“No,” Sierra said.

“What about a girlfriend?” Maxwell asked.

Sierra looked at him with suspicion. With Maxwell’s personality, there was no way he was using her to dig into Henderson

Group secrets.

If he was asking personal questions like this, then he was either interested in Solomon himself or someone around him. There was no way Maxwell was into men, so that left only the woman John had mentioned.

“Are you asking about Tammy?” Sierra decided to ask directly.

Maxwell paused. The moment he heard that name, he seemed briefly dazed.

Only after a while did he answer, “Yeah.”

“I don’t know the exact relationship between her and Solomon.” Sierra had no habit of dressing up things, and she did not mention what John had said about her. “After my mom woke up, he brought her along to visit. He only said they were friends.”

“Thank you.” Maxwell’s voice was lower than before.

Sierra nodded and said nothing more.

For the rest of the drive, the two of them barely spoke.

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It was not until the car passed through the gates of the King family’s estate that Maxwell turned to Sierra and said, “No matter what they say at dinner later, just pretend you didn’t hear it.”

A flicker of confusion crossed Sierra’s eyes. She did not understand why he had suddenly said that.

“Consider it thanks for what you told me just now.” Maxwell had never liked owing anyone anything.

“Thank you.” Sierra did not like owing favors either.

The car drove into the garage of the old estate. The moment it stopped, they saw Cyrus and his butler waiting there. When Sierra got out, her eyes met theirs.

“Grandpa. Alfred.” Maxwell got out too.

“Mr. King. Alfred.” Sierra greeted them, too.

Maxwell instinctively glanced at her while the elderly butler, Alfred Black, froze. So did Cyrus.

Alfred’s eyes lit up. “What did you just call me?”

Sierra was not entirely sure, but seeing no anger on either of their faces, she repeated it anyway.

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