Chapter 1923


    The man''s gaze lingered on my face for a while, then he quickly shifted it away. He said respectfully and politely, "I just wanted to ask if anyone has been leasing houses nearby. I think the environment in this area is pretty good. I''m nning on renting a room for my boss."


    "I don''t know much about this. Why don''t you ask the property management? I can help you get their number," I offered.


    This man felt rather amiable, so I turned around and went back to the house to ask the servant for the management''s contact before handing it over on a post-it note.


    The man received it very politely and said earnestly, "Thank you so much."


    "You''re wee. We''ll have to look out for each other if we be neighbors," I quipped.


    "Yes, of course," he agreed.


    The gentleman responded politely then left without a word.


    It was just a small interaction, so I did not think much of it.


    It was not until two dayster when the same BMW vehicle appeared again. I happened to notice it when I carried Irvin''s cat out to y with it in the front yard. This time, it stopped at the exact opposite of the vi''s entrance.


    The door opened, and the first person who came out of the car was the one who had approached me the other day.


    Following that, the man went to open the door of the back seat. Two other males, one bigger sized than the other, got out.


    Before I could react, Wynn had already seen me. "It''s the pretty aunty!" he eximed.


    Hendrix loosened his grip and the boy ran towards me.


    There was a road between us. I was afraid that something would happen to the child, so I immediately put the cat down and took a few steps forward. The little one hugged my leg and raised his small head to look at me with a smile on his face. "It''s so good to see you again!" He gushed.


    "Haha, did you forget? I live here," I beamed as I rubbed his bed of hair, and I let him look at the house behind me clearly.


    It was raining the other day and children didn''t have the best memory. Moreover, this vi and its surrounding area was nearly identical, so it was really hard to recognize it.


    Hendrix nced at my back from afar, then he turned to look at Wynn and warned him, "Wynn."


    Upon hearing this, Wynn frowned straight away. He unwillingly released his little hand, pouted, and walked back.


    He went up to Hendrix and grabbed one of his fingers, acting coquettish.


    Children were very sensitive creatures. He must have sensed Hendrix''s anger and was trying to please him.


    The way these two interacted with each other was highly inimical. He was such a young child, wasn''t Hendrix being too harsh?


    Children were most active at this age, and should be educated by integrating rationality with emotions.


    However, Hendrix and I were only


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    it in my head.


    Hendrix stood where he was for a while before turning around and bringing the child into the vi opposite of mine.


    When they entered the house, the


    man who was following them turned around and walked towards me. He introduced himself, "My name is Evan, it seems that we''ll be


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    Evan handed over a business card as he spoke. I took it, nced at it, then nodded and gave my introduction, "Just call me Ariane."


    After a pause, I continued, "Did youe to inquire on behalf of Hendrix the other day? Is he your boss?"


    "Yes, he wants a change of environment for the child. I decided on this ce after looking around the area. Thanks for that day," he exined. "Evan." Someone could be heard calling him.


    As soon as he finished speaking, Hendrix shouted for him with an irritated face at the door of the opposite residence.


    Evan said goodbye quickly and ran over to him.


    As I looked at their tightly shut door, I felt confused.


    This residential area was considered middless, and it was a rather far cry from luxurious homes. Why did a rich man like Hendrix not choose to live in a more affluent ce?


    Why did he pick this neighborhood?