Bill noticed that Juliet had been dialing a number repeatedly, and suddenly remembered that he had blocked her before. Was she calling him?
"Stop the car."
Bill ordered, and the driver steadily parked at the corner.
He just unblocked Juliet's number when a strange number came in. Bill smirked, his laughter dripping with sarcasm.
"Mr. Bill."
Just as Juliet was about to give up, the call miraculously connected, leaving her herself in disbelief.
"Speak," Bill's voice was low and commanding.
Juliet took a deep breath and said seriously, "I want to accept your proposal, but I need to bring my brother with me."
"No way!"
Bill rejected her without a second thought.
The reason was simple: she wasn't agreeing to live with him; she was doing it for her brother. Her motives were impure—why should he agree?
"You can only come alone!" Bill stated without hesitation.
Juliet was infuriated and laughed in anger.
Anyone who knew her situation wouldn't say that.
"Damn it," Juliet retorted and hung up the phone decisively.
She shouldn't have contacted Bill!
Even if he didn't want a second marriage, she just wanted a place to stay.
On Bill's side, once again, he was scolded by Juliet.
His expression was understandably grim. As the eldest son of the family, he had been groomed for leadership since childhood; his words and actions were always bound by strict rules. This was the first time he had been scolded in the car.
In the car, besides Bill's pale face, everyone else was dumbfounded and apprehensive. They thought that President Bill would never look at that woman again!
On the roadside, it was now Juliet's turn to block Bill.
Looking at the two suitcases behind her, along with the wheelchair and Mike, Juliet was planning to find a budget hotel to spend the night. Just then, a black business car slowly pulled up in front of her.
The door opened, and Bill stepped out of the driver's seat, striding directly toward her. Each step exuded an imposing and noble aura.
Dressed in a meticulously crafted dark suit, his short hair was neat and refined, and his facial features were sharply defined—he was undeniably handsome from any angle, though he looked a bit older, nearly thirty.
Juliet paused for a moment, surprised by his sudden change in attitude.
"Get in the car! I'll take you to my place."
Bill was driving his bodyguard's business car, while the Rolls-Royce and other bodyguard vehicles were parked on the other side of the road.
Juliet snapped back to reality, moved her luggage to the car, and then turned to push the wheelchair over.
"Help me lift Mike into the car."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mike looked up at Bill and winked at him.
Bill stared at the delicately pale face and was momentarily taken aback. It was his first time seeing a patient with such a rare condition up close, and even he, with his extensive experience, was somewhat shocked at first glance.
Seeing that he didn't move, Juliet assumed he didn't agree to let Mike stay at his place, and turned to take her luggage back down.
"What are you doing?"
Bill frowned and spoke sharply.
His attitude made Juliet think he wouldn't accept Mike. If that was the case, she wouldn't ride in his car.