Chapter 475


    “I will send you away.” Beverly quickly got up to follow me, while I remained seated in the chair with


    anger and humiliation boiling inside me. As a woman with ady’s education, I had the ability to bottle


    up my emotions. There was no need to do this during my marriage to Carson, so it got a little rusty, but


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    I still retained the ability to do it.


    Meanwhile, Sharon gave me my juice, to which I responded with a smile. “Thanks.”


    The whole time I was drinking my juice, Sharon was watching me. In fact, she had been doing this


    since dinner the night before.


    “Where are you from, Miss Hawkins?” Sharon finally asked. She must have been extremely curious


    about me.


    “I’m from Riverdale.”


    “I understand. I’m from Riverdale too.”


    “And even? What part of Riverdale did you live in?” Although I wasn’t the least bit interested in where


    she wasing from, talking to her proved to be an effective way of diverting my attention from my


    anger.


    “I used to live on the outskirts, so I don’t think you know that, Ms. Hawkins.”


    Beverly returned while we were talking, after which she sat down with a smile on her face. “Miss


    Hawkins, it is a pleasure to meet you.”


    “Likewise,” I replied politely.


    “Eric tells me it’s his first time in Germany, so why don’t I show you Hamburg?” She was courteous to


    me.


    “Thank you, Ms. Deering, but I don’t feel like going anywhere.”


    “Isn’t it boring to stay at home? You must take my advice to leave. Thebat knives, lighters and


    men’s clothing sold here are some of the best. The same goes for the exquisite craftsmanship, so you


    might want to bring some of them back to your friends and rtives as souvenirs.”


    Hearing her mentionbat knives, which I remembered being one of Dn’s favorite items, I agreed


    with Beverly’s suggestion.


    I thought I might bring him one. “I will impose your kindness then.”


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    While I was upstairs getting my bag, I called Eric to tell him about my ns to leave. The call was


    quickly answered, after which Eric’s calm voice could be heard. “Hello?”


    Despite how his indifference shut me out, I didn’t let it show. “Mr. Walker, I would like to leave


    tomorrow.”


    “Not yet, because I’m not done with things yet.”


    “But I would like to leave. Since you are busy you don’t have to mind me as all I need from you is my


    passport so I can book my airline tickets on my


    ter.”


    There was a momentary silence during the call, after which he coldly responded, “Are you sure you can


    do this?”


    “Yes, I’m almost sure. Although I don’t speak German, I can speak English, so you don’t have to worry


    about me.”


    “Why should I?” The underlying implication in his nonchnt response was that he wouldn’t have


    worried about me since I meant nothing to him.


    With that, I felt betrayed, so much so that my hands were shaking with anger, but I tried my best to


    remain calm. “It’s a slip of the tongue on my part. All I want is my passport and nothing else, so please


    don’t get me wrong Mr. Walker.”


    For some time, sounds of his heavy breathing could be heard on the line before he coldly said, “You


    won’t be able to go out alone.”


    “Because?”