Putting her cell phone back into the bag, she noticed people on the roadside already pointing and whispering at her. Suddenly recalling that she was still wearing a maid outfit, Evelyn Sherman rushed into the apartment building without even time to feel embarrassed.
On the roadside, a black luxury car sat quietly under a large banyan tree.
The car window rolled down, revealing the sharp, handsome face of a man in the back seat. His dark, demonic pupils, similar to obsidian, fixed steadily in the direction where Evelyn disappeared.
In his hand, he still held the cell phone, maintaining the posture of just having sent a text message.
Before his eyes, the image of her standing hesitantly at the restaurant door reappeared.
Just like before, when she was nervous she would pick at her palms.
Dressed in a maid outfit, she was disoriented, but still damn charming.
He had found himself worried about her encountering rogues, and had followed her all the way...
His pupils tightened, and after a moment, he slightly raised his head, looking at the old-style apartment building in front of him.
The uneven path, the mottled wall, the dim street lights swaying in the night...
Such an old apartment building would be hard to find a second one like it in Grande City, and she was living here now?
"Mr. Chester, we have investigated. Miss Sherman currently lives alone. Except for the necessary outings for cooperation with some film and television companies, she spends most of her time creating works in the apartment. She rarely orders takeout and likely cooks for herself," the executive assistant respectfully reported.
"..."
She cooked for herself.
Chester Yale's hand, holding the cell phone, stiffened silently, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
She was the little princess of the Sherman family, who couldn't even tell salt from sugar, how could she cook on her own?
When they were together, she would passionately offer to cook for him. When she entered the kitchen, it would either result in nearly burning his kitchen or nearly burning herself.
In the end, the kitchen became a place he strictly forbade her to enter.
He had never said that she looked lovely when she was in the kitchen trying to learn to cook for him...
Even though she had never succeeded, he knew that she was trying hard to integrate into his world and prove to him that he was not empty-handed, that he still had her...
In the end, she even betrayed him.
Thinking about this, Chester Yale's eyes darkened, and his gaze toward the old apartment building became more complex.
He should be glad that she got her just desserts, but his heart felt a faint pain.
"What about Charlie Austin?"
That man was willing to pay such a high price to him for a contract, wasn't it just to save her? How could he tolerate her living in a place like this?
Yale Chester squinted his evil eyes, and a glint of dim light flickered in his eyes.
"We have checked. Austin Family's company has had many problems over the past two years and is far from its former strength. Charlie Austin is now making every effort to return the Austin Family to the upper class society," the executive assistant respectfully reported.
"Is that so?" Chester Yale leaned his tall figure on the back seat and narrowed his gaze.
Turns out they're sad lovers.
Wasn't she initially attracted to the Austin Family's wealth, that's why she left him? Who could have thought, within only four years, the Austin Family has fallen. Charlie Austin can no longer protect her, so she has to live in such a place, right?
It really seemed to be retribution.
"Go and find out which company is the Austin Family's largest collaborator now." Chester Yale's thin lips parted as he said through gritted teeth.
What happened four years ago, he wouldn't forget for a moment.
It was time to settle each account.
Chester Yale narrowed his gaze, and his entire body suddenly exuded a cold aura, subtly filled with chill.
"Yes."
The car window slowly closed, and the luxury car quietly drove away from the area.