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The chauffeur chuckled dryly and blamed his hands. He had actually steered them to Yale Residence!
Who in the entire Splendor Mountain did not know about the grudges between the eldest and the third heir?
“Nothing, nothing!” The chauffeur quickly turned the car around. “That place is not so good. It’s not too… lucky to
go near it!”
“Really?” Cordelia was skeptical.
Those houses looked beautiful as well and seemed rather luxurious. Those who stayed in there should be someone
Elder Mr. Hamerton was fond of too.
“Ms. Cordelia, let me take you elsewhere—”
Before the chauffeur finished his sentence, someone rushed out from the path at the side. He was alarmed and
stomped on the brake.
Cordelia nearly hit the seat in front of her due to the momentum. She was even more shocked when she calmed
down and saw who it was.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Yelena?”
“Cordelia… Cordelia!”
Yelena’s hair was disheveled, and she did not have any makeup put on. She looked haggard, especially with how
abnormally thin she was. It felt unsettling.
“Cordelia!” Yelena kept tapping the glass and spoke hastily. “Cordelia, come out. I have something to tell you!”
Cordelia leaned back unconsciously and told the chauffeur to lock the door softly. As expected, Yelena pulled on the
door latch impatiently.
“Cordelia, open the door!” She hit the glass in a frenzy seeing that she could not open the car door. “I’m your sister.
We grew up together! Cordelia… You can’t just watch me die!”
Cordelia’s heart dropped. She looked at the chauffeur in confusion while the latter coughed awkwardly.
“Ms. Cordelia, I told you it’s unlucky here! I think I’ll try to shake her off!”
“She… What happened to her?”
Before the chauffeur answered, Cordelia heard a pained cry outside of the car.
Yelena was dragged back by a few bodyguards. She kept struggling and resisting, but it was futile. Her voice
resonated until it slowly vanished.
Cordelia could not help shuddering.
“Ms. Cordelia, actually… I don’t know what’s going on either,” the chauffeur answered honestly. “I only drive for Mr.
Zephyr, and he usually stays around Zen Residence. I really have no idea what’s going on in Yale Residence!”
“Yale Residence?”
“Yes, this is Yale Residence, where Mr. Yale lives.”
Cordelia paused in thought.
“Ms. Cordelia, Mr. Yale is a bit of a psycho. You must stay away from here when you come again!”
Cordelia’s mind went blank.
Yelena’s voice still seemed to echo in her ears. She had asked her to get out of the car hysterically, and her eager
gaze was filled with such strong survival instinct. Right, she had also asked her not to just watch her die…
Did Yale want to kill her?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCordelia felt her heart lurch.
The chauffeur had already driven to the manor’s gate.
Cordelia got out for some air only to see Rowan standing under a tree not far away, looking over at her. She was
surprised.
“Uncle Irwin? What brings you here?”
Rowan’s tense face finally revealed a hint of a smile when he saw her. He scrutinized her for a long time and asked
softly, “Did they… pick on you?”
Cordelia froze before shaking her head with a smile.
“That’s good, that’s good,” Rowan replied with a smile, relieved. “I’m here… Oh, I’m here to visit Elder Mr.
Hamerton.
“Hah, the Hamertons are involved in the joint hospital project, after all. I should meet him! It’s already rude of me
to only come now.”
Speaking of courtesy, Rowan suddenly thought of something. “Right, you’re here to meet Elder Mr. Hamerton
today. You didn’t go empty-handed, right?”
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