Chapter 4
Chapter 4 The Beautiful Man On The ne
Ten hourster, the nended in Beloris, the capital of Zerivia.
Gary Quinn, who hade to pick up Mnie and Angie, was waiting for them at the airport.
Mnie saw the low-key old Audi behind Gary from a distance and smiled with satisfaction.
It was not until Mnie got into the back seat of the car that she realized that her eyesight had
recovered so quickly.
Angie also noticed it. She held Mnie’s face and stared into her eyes, saying, “Mnie, you can
see now! This time, you recover so quickly…”
Mnie was stunned and said, “It seems to be faster than usual.”
“Mnie, is it because you havee back to the old ce?” Angie asked.
As Angie spoke, her joy suddenly froze on her face. After a while, she smiled embarrassedly.
“I’m sorry, Mnie. I…”
“It’s okay. Since we are back, I have to face those people and things,” Mnie said.
As she spoke, she looked out of the car window at the familiar and strange Beloris.
Finally, Mnie came back to Zerivia again!
Suddenly, Mnie noticed something.
In the exterior rearview mirror, Mnie saw a row of ck luxury cars that were following closely.
Mnie frowned.
“Gary, turn right and make a detour…” said Mnie.
Gary nced at the rearview mirror and immediately said, “Okay, Ms. Robertson.”
The car turned right and merged into the traffic, but soon the row of ck luxury cars followed.
This time they didn’t even try to hide.
A dozen cars followed Mnie’s car unabashedly.
It seemed that Mnie was some distinguished guest.
“Who are they? How dare they follow us! Gary, stop the car. See how I am gonna deal with them!”
Angie said.
As Angie spoke, she was about to jump out of the car and teach the people in the cars a lesson.
“Don’t bother,” Mnie said.
She frowned and stopped Angie.
“I don’t think there is any malicious intention since they follow us so openly,” said Mnie.
Hearing this, Angie suddenly realized something.
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“No malice? Mnie, could it be the handsome guy on the ne? No, I have to go down and take a
look then…” Angie said.
“Angie!”
Mnie shook her head helplessly.
“Gary, get rid of them,” Mnie ordered.
“OK,” Gary replied.
Then he seized the opportunity and quickly swerved into an intersection.
The shrill sound of whistles filled the air behind the car. Mnie nced back and, seeing no sign
of an ident, couldn’t help but chuckle, remarking, “Gary is as predictable as ever!”
“Just a little trick. I’m ttered,” Gary said.
Although his words were humble, his face was full ofcency.
“Well, you should have let me drive just now. I would have left them far behind,” said Angie.
Angie slumped in the back seat with a courageous look on her face.
“Ms. Thomas, Mr. Thomas said that you had made a promise before you left home this time. Aren’t
you afraid of making trouble here and being locked up on the ind again?” Gary teased Angie.
Hearing this, Angie suddenly became serious.
“Gary, can you not mention my father?”
“Oh! I see.” Gary shook his head andughed helplessly.
The atmosphere inside the car was good, but as the car drove past the cemeteries, an inexplicable
sadness overwhelmed the people.
All three of them stopped talking.
“Gary, stop the car!” Mnie said.
Seventeen years ago, when Mnie was eight years old, Sherry, who had been tortured by illness,
left the world forever.
After Sherry died, she was buried in this cemetery.
At this time, Mnie stood in front of the tomb and seemed to see herself with tears on her face
seventeen years ago.
That year, little Mnie struggled immensely.
She held her mother’s little urn tightly in her arms.
Now Mnie could only look at the old photo on the tombstone in the cemetery and reminisced
about her mother.
Mnie sighed, tears rolling down her face.
The three worshiped Sherry and looked at each other silently.
Everyone had the same sad memory on their minds.
“Mom, I will find out the truth. I will punish whoever did this to you. I won’t let them go!” Mnie
said.
Then Mnie bowed her head for a long time.
Her tears wet the ck brick floor in front of her feet, a silent testament to her unwavering resolve.
At the same time, in the courtyard of the Lambert Manor, the atmosphere was also heavy.