Chapter 413: Birds of a Feather Flock Together


    I never thought that old Mr. Louis would say such words to me.


    Doesn''t he like me all along? Previously, when he knew that Frances and I were getting married, he


    was also very happy. Why does he suddenly say such words?


    I really don''t understand.


    I hope he is joking with me. After all, he is quite naughty sometimes. But his expression is so serious


    that I panic.


    "Grandfather, stop joking." I force a smile and say to old Mr. Louis.


    "I''m not joking. I really hope that you and Frances will divorce. This way, it will be good for everyone."


    "Why? Grandfather, tell me the reason why I should divorce Frances?"


    I can''t figure out the reason why he said that.


    "There''s no reason. Anyway, you must do as I say! Frances doesn''t listen to me, so I want you to bring


    it up with him."


    Old Mr. Louis says seriously.


    It seems that I don''t have the right to refuse.


    However, not only would Frances not agree, I would not either.


    "Grandfather, I won''t divorce Frances. Nobody can stop me from being with him. If there''s nothing else,


    I''ll go first," I say firmly.


    After saying that, I go out without looking back.


    If I continued to talk with him, it would really be toote.


    After renting a car at the car rental agency, I drive to a fork in the road near the golf course in the


    western suburbs and wait for Whitney to arrive.


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    In this period, Mindy gave me a call.


    "Jane, have you thought of how to ask Whitney out?"


    "No."


    I lie to Mindy.


    This is a grudge between me and Whitney. I don''t want to involve Mindy in it.


    "I think of a way. Do you think it''s feasible? Send her a message with Frances'' phone and ask her out. I


    think she will definitelye out."


    Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together. Mindy and I think of the same method.


    However, I''m still not sure if Whitney wille out.


    "Forget it, if Frances finds out about it, then the n will fall through. We should think of another way.


    I''ve got stuff to do, so I have to hang up."


    After hanging up the phone, I let out a long sigh, hoping that the n Mindy and I came up with would


    seed.


    There seems to be a caring up ahead.


    It''s a Porsche. I saw Whitney drive it before.


    It shouldn''t be wrong.


    I clench onto the steering wheel with my hands and my foot is trembling with nervousness as I step on


    the elerator.


    At this time, my phone rings again in my bag.


    I think it is from Mindy, but when I look at the screen, I find that it is Frances'' call.


    Why does he call me at this time? Does he discover something?


    No!


    I can''t let him ruin my n!


    I don''t answer the phone. Instead, I put my phone aside and stare in Whitney''s direction.


    The ring stops. However, he calls again soon.


    I don''t even want to look at it, I just want to make Whitney pay the price.


    Whitney''s car is only a hundred to two hundred meters away from me.


    It isn''t her who is driving today, but a man. He should be her driver.


    Whitney sits in the back seat, her face full of tenderness and sweetness.


    Sure enough, once a woman falls in love, she would lose her mind.


    ''If I just hit them like that, the driver would be in danger.''


    However, this is the only chance I have. If I missed it, there might not be any left.


    After all, asking Whitney out is not such a simple matter.


    This innocent driver is implicated. Now he seems to have to apany Whitney to suffer together.


    "I''m sorry." I whisper in my heart, then step on the elerator and crash into the Porsche.