"President Wenley." Everyone in the nursing home greeted him, but all they wished to do was to dig a hole and hide themselves in it. Why did he appear just when Shannon ran away?
Max pursed his thin lips tightly, his expression solemn. He carried a trace of iciness and anger as he asked, "What happened?"
The man's deep voice filled the entire room, and everyone else lowered their heads even more.
When he didn't get a reply, he looked even more furious.
"President Wenley, Miss Zanders pretended to be unwell, and used the chance to escape." The person-in-charge briefly summarized the matter.
She escaped?
Max raised an eyebrow, his indifferent gaze becoming more serious. "Where is the surveillance footage?"
"President Wenley, we've already checked, but there's no trace of Miss Zanders at all."
Sandra, who had been standing at the corner of the room, felt very uncomfortable under this oppressive atmosphere. "Hurry up and send someone to look for her. If you can't find her, then don't even think about working in this nursing home anymore!"
Everyone ran out of the room, as though they had been granted amnesty.
…
Shannon successfully escaped from the nursing home disguised as a nurse.
Back then, Sandra had chosen this nursing home because it was in a remote location. Now that Shannon had escaped, it was also difficult for them to find her.
Shannon didn't travel too far because she was well aware of the Wenleys' power in New Jersey. If she were to board a plane, she would certainly be captured by them. Therefore, she simply stayed at a dilapidated courtyard near the nursing home, where the landlord was an old lady who was blind.
She stayed there for three months. Shannon tried her best to make ends meet, and she would even cook for her landlord.
However, seeing her tummy grow day by day, Shannon started to panic. Once she gave birth, her expenses would be a bottomless pit.
In the end, she decided to explore somewhere further away. It was only in the city that she could earn more money.
Shannon found a job as a delivery woman at Old Times Restaurant.
One day, she made a delivery to a bungalow in the suburbs.
After placing the food down, the delivery was completed, and she obtained her payment.
Because Shannon couldn't perform too many strenuous activities, she only took on one to two orders a day. However, because the orders were sent to places far away, hence the delivery costs were also significantly higher.
"Sir, please enjoy your meal." She then turned around and left.
"Wait, come over here," a deep voice called out to Shannon. She stopped and turned around.
Why did that man's face look so familiar? But she couldn't recall where she had seen him before.
"What's the matter, Sir?" Shannon asked respectfully.
The man took out a wad of cash and placed it on the coffee table. "Help me buy some drinks from Pierre's Cafe. You can keep the change."
Shannon nodded and smiled in response. Then, she picked up the money on the coffee table and prepared to leave.
"Wait, why do you look so familiar?" The man narrowed his eyes dangerously, sizing Shannon up.
Another man who was dressed in flowery pants snorted disdainfully. "Zachary Tanner, stop joking. Why would an aristocrat like you know a delivery woman?"
When Shannon heard this, her face unwittingly flushed. It wasn't surprising that she would be despised with the clothes that she was wearing. Without another word, she grabbed the money and left quickly.
He was indeed a rich young master, spending money like water. However, this had nothing to do with her.
She quickly went back to buy the requested items for them.
"Thank you for your patronage." Shannon turned around and left.
"Wait a minute." Zachary stopped her once more. He walked over slowly, and scrutinized Shannon carefully.
Shannon was wearing a loose white short-sleeved shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Her belly was still relatively flat, and she wore a pair of sneakers.
Noticing Zachary's action, his companion walked over with a hot but scantily clad beauty in his arms and teased, "Why, has Mr Tanner's tastes changed? I don't want her. Our girl is way better."
The two of them quickly got into a heated fight, and whatever was left of that skimpily-dressed woman's clothes were also quickly ripped off.
Shannon turned her gaze away. It was only then that she realized that there were people in the other corners of this bungalow who were…
The raunchy scenes were really disturbing on the eyes.
Shannon glanced at the man in front of her and then looked down immediately. "Sir, you are an aristocrat, while I'm just a delivery woman. I think you must have mistaken me for someone else."
She then left the place without looking back.
It was at the very next moment that Zachary slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Oh! I remember now. That's Max's wife!"
Immediately, he chased after her, but Shannon was long gone.
Then, Zachary called Max. "Hey buddy, I met your wife!"
The man on the other end of the line was wearing a black shirt with two buttons casually unbuttoned, revealing his tanned skin underneath. He was enveloped by cigarette smoke, accentuating his sharp facial features.
"Where?"
…
Shannon left the bungalow without looking back, but the image reverberating in her mind made her tremble uncontrollably.
She recalled what that man had said. He knew who she was?
The panic in her heart became increasingly obvious. Shannon returned to the Old Times Restaurant and quit her job, citing family commitments as her reason for resignation.
Now, she could only move to another place.
She returned fearfully to the dilapidated courtyard she rented. However, the courtyard was unusually quiet today.
"Mrs. Weiss?" Shannon called out, but received no response.
She was about to open her mouth again when she saw a number of men clad in black uniforms dashing out of the narrow room. She turned around and ran, but she was pinned to the ground.
"Ah!" Shannon's face rubbed against the cement floor, drawing a bloody and deep graze
She wanted to calm herself down, but the pain was unbearable.
"This place of yours is really hard to find." A deep and cold voice sounded from within the house.
Shannon, who was still pinned to the ground, didn't have to look up to know who the voice belonged to. She could clearly remember Max's voice.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Max, I'm begging you. Please take into account our marriage. The baby is innocent! I'm begging you, let me give birth to the baby. I definitely won't let him go anywhere near you." Shannon struggled hard as she stretched her hand towards Max's pants, her voice choked up.
Max walked closer to Shannon, his eyes terrifyingly icy as he looked down at her.
"Shannon, you've always been obedient. I've said that I won't let you give birth to this child, and I mean it. Why must you go against me?" Max's tone was frigid, as though he had spoken from an ice cellar.
Shannon stopped struggling. All she felt was that the temperature in the courtyard was terrifyingly low. The cold temperature seeped from the ground into her body, seemingly mocking her.