Chapter 147 Fear Of Losing (1)


    There were so many unknowns in this marriage that each of them could drag her directly to hell and


    never got up again.


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    However, she was unable to change the reality. She could only wait as time went by. Then she became


    more and more afraid of meeting something.


    Consu raised her head to look at the dark sky. All of a sudden, she looked away, her eyes empty.


    There was nothing she could do but feel helpless.


    She took out her cell phone from her bag, but she still received no reply from that man. She pursed her


    lips slightly and her face was no longer very good-looking. She stiffly typed a few words.


    Then she walked to the parking lot. When the driver, who had been waiting for a long time, saw her, he


    hurriedly opened the door and waited.


    Seeing the woman''s gray face from the rearview mirror, the driver could not help but ask, "Mrs. Richie,


    are we going back to the vi directly?"


    He wondered who she had met inside and why she became like this. Should she inform Mr. Richie


    about this?


    While wondering whether he should betray Mrs. Richie or not, the woman in the back seat suddenly


    raised her eyebrows.


    With a smile, Consu said, "I hope you can shut your mouth. After all, I''m the mistress of the Ye n.


    I have the right to fire a driver."


    Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he nodded awkwardly. "Don''t worry, Mrs. Richie. I always keep


    my mouth shut. Absolutely..."


    The driver shut up his mouth when he was suddenly nced at by Consu. Embarrassed, he kept


    silent all the way and dared not say one more word.


    Now he became more suspicious of what she had gone through in the box.


    No matter how she threatened him, he would never forget that who his boss was.


    If he found something wrong and didn''t report to him, he must lose not only his job to support his family,


    but also his life.


    He caught a glimpse of the woman through the rearview mirror. With a gloomy and pale face, she


    leaned her head against the window. Her eyes did not blink for a long time, like an emotionless statue.


    It was weird.


    Looking at the familiar road, Consu suddenly resisted and sat straight. She said to the man, "I don''t


    want to go back to the vi. You just need to drive me to the nearest bus station."


    "But Mrs. Richie, if you don''t go back safely, I can''t exin to Mr. Richie."


    "No matter what happens, I will take the consequences." After a pause, in order tofort him, she


    added, "I''ll ask you to pick me upter. Sorry for the trouble."


    The driver had no choice but to drive her to the nearest bus station under the determined attitude of the


    person. Even the idea of waiting by the side was dispelled by her.


    "Don''t inform Richie about me, or I''ll know what you''ve said. You''ll be fired." As she was fidgeting with


    her nails, she got out of the car.


    She only told him the address although she had texted him to be on guard against that woman. She


    didn''t tell him what would happen or who would met.


    Maybe that was why the man was so indifferent. He hadn''t texted her back yet.


    After letting out a deep sigh, Consu turned around and walked out of the station. She walked on the


    sidewalk, but she didn''t know where she was going and what she could do.


    She wore a pair of wide dark brown sunsses and the clothes she wore were all of famous brands in


    the fashion field. Although it was Emily who followed the man''s wishes to bring them into the closet.


    She walked and stopped like a stray dog, attracting people''s attention on the road. And many people


    who knew the brands.


    "What''s the point of getting dressed? I guess that there''s at most two hundred cash in her LV


    handbag."


    "Maybe she was kicked by her sugar daddy, but got nothing but a dress?"


    Malicious spection flooded in the other''s mind. Pursing her lips, Consu quickened her pace to


    avoid those people''s remarks.


    Although she only had 89 dors in her bag, and she had forgotten the small change after she used it


    up.


    When it was about five o''clock in the afternoon, she was in an unknown downtown area. She made a


    call to the number that the driver specially left. Her voice was calm and hoarse. "Sorry for the trouble."


    Polite enough.


    The driver was nervously waiting for the call. His mood was unusually good. He quickly drove to the


    somewhat abstract ce she described.


    Not until he got stuck in a narrowne did he drove to downtown with a loudugh. In a greasy eating


    noodles shop, he saw a woman who ordered a lot of food.


    "We can''t waste food. Sit down and eat. It''s my treat," Said Consu, waving at the driver.


    Although the man was a driver, he was paid well. He wasparable to some white-cor workers


    who just went to work. When he saw the woman who was the daughter of the Xia n sitting in this


    humble ce, he was very astonished.


    When he looked into her ck and white eyes, he couldn''t say anything to refuse her. At the cost of


    being likely to be hit by his young master, he sat opposite and began to eat.


    "Wow, don''t mention how cute you are now. Come and eat more. Don''t save me money."


    With the noodles in his mouth, the driver said with unclear emotions, "Mrs. Richie, you don''t have to fire


    me and threaten me with these words, I will be lovelier."


    Consu scooped a spoonful of spicy sauce into her bowl and said, "cut the crap!"


    The medical representative and the documents submitted by different departments were casually


    sorted out by Richie. Atst, hepleted thest task.


    His cellphone had been power off. After a brief twitch on his eyelids, he turned it on and received a


    message from Consu.


    When he saw the first message, his brows were knitted. He picked up his coat and got up. This


    message had been sent for a long time. When he was about to walk out of his office, the second


    message showed that she was okay.


    Reading this short message, he felt that his heart was raised high in the chest. He was cured in an


    instant and returned to his position.


    He quickened his pace and drove to the vi, eager and worried.


    Consu wasn''t a troublemaker. Sending a message to him meant that she wasn''t safe enough.


    She had sent himst time like this because she wanted to see Harry. But she didn''t tell him who she


    had met this time.


    When he arrived at the vi, he directly parked the car in front of the door and threw the key to the


    driver who was washing the car. When the driver was in a hurry, he walked into the vi.


    He walked into the bedroom and nced around. Then he saw Consu lying on the chair that she


    loved very much. She was so sleepy and looked natural.


    There was no wind outside, and her long hair fell to the ground with her inelegant posture.