Returning to their room, Jepherson carried Raeleigh to the bathroom, intending to bathe her, but she stirred and tugged at him as soon as they stepped into the bathroom. "I'm dead on my feet. Let me rest. I'll fall apart if you don't." Only then did Jepherson place her on the bed, change her, and watch as she took her rest. Raeleigh laid still, casting an apathetic look at him. "See this? I can't be at ease whenever I'm with you, just like now." "Your health is too poor." Jepherson wouldn't admit it even if he regretted it. Raeleigh pressed on, "Are you going to release Cynthia or not?" Gnashing his teeth, Jepherson grumbled, "Don't you have anything else to say to me other than this?" Raeleigh remained still. "I can't think of anything else." It wasn't that she couldn't but rather because she was on her last legs, she felt too enervated to talk to him. She did not even have the strength to speak. She tugged at the covers and
"We were classmates." As Flynt spoke, his eyes fell on Raeleigh, "When have you returned?" "I don't remember a Mr. Moore in my class. Have you mistaken me for someone else?" Raeleigh exchanged a glance with Jepherson. Catching the hint, Jepherson smirked before he turned to Flynt. "It seems that Mr. Moore has indeed mistaken." Stepping forward, Jepherson withdrew his hand from Raeleigh's, placed it on her waist and led her into the restaurant. When they walked past Flynt, Raeleigh turned to look at Jepherson, who was staring ahead. Raeleigh asked, "Who's he?" Jepherson replied, "Since you don't know him, don't ask." Flynt turned to focus his eyes on Raeleigh that had long passed by him and called out to her, "Raeleigh." Raeleigh came to an abrupt stop, turned around and asked, "How do you know my name?" Flynt furrowed his brows; his gaze, fathomless. "Have you lost your memory?" Raeleigh locked her curious gaze on Flynt. "Sorr
Emerging from the car, Raeleigh turned to look at Jepherson and found a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. He shot a glance at the chauffeur. "Who's behind us?" "The Moore family's car." "They sure are getting bolder." Jepherson turned around and held Raeleigh's hand, striding towards the company. At the same time, a man exited the building. It was none other than Flynt. Raeleigh was astonished by Flynt's audacity. "Mr. Richards." Seeing Jepherson, Flynt took the initiative to greet him, urging Jepherson to stop in his tracks. His eyes fell on Flynt as he sized him up. "What's the matter, Director Moore?" "Mister, if you must. I'm just a deputy." "It doesn't matter. May I know your business with us, Mr. Moore?" "I'm here for Raeleigh; may I have a private conversation with her?" Flynt approached Raeleigh as he spoke. Jepherson did not stop him at once but spoke up when he was close. "Do you think it's appropriate, Mr. Moore? Just bec
Jepherson's expression darkened. He left his chair and sat next to her, asking, "Have I frightened you?" Raeleigh shook her head. "You'd have to do more than that." "Then why did you flinch?" "An instinctive reaction." Jepherson pulled Raeleigh over and patted her on her shoulder. "Raeleigh... Sometimes, even I'm afraid I'll lose my mind one day." "You already are. Is there a need for you to wait?" Stumped, Jepherson chuckled under his breath and hugged her tight. "I won't let you go even if I die. I'll die with you!" Raeleigh remained silent; she'd only take it as she had met a maniac. The day passed peacefully. Raeleigh spent the day in Jepherson's company and accompanied him back to the hotel at night. But for some reason, someone may have divulged the secret or had gossiped behind their back, but when Raeleigh was sleeping at night, Marissa showed up. Stuart was on his break. The doormen were mere ordinary subordinates of Jepher
As soon as Jepherson hung up the phone, Marissa dashed over and grabbed him by his collar, beating him hard. "What did you just say? Repeat your words if you have the guts to do so." Jepherson ignored her as his eyes fell on Reese. "Tomorrow onwards, you don't have to come anymore." "Mr. Richards, Madam Marissa needs someone to look after her all the time," Reese said. By this time, Raeleigh had already walked into the bathroom. She didn't want to get involved in matters between Jepherson and Marissa. After walking into the bathroom, she filled up the tub and locked the door before getting into the tub. Raeleigh leaned back against the tub. She wouldn't step out of the bathroom even if the sky were to collapse on her. Yet, it turned out... Jepherson intended to send Marissa to a mental hospital. Reese quickly called Trevor, who rushed over to the hotel immediately and finally made it late at night. By the time Trevor arrived, the staff from the
"Don't act rashly. Wait for us downstairs." Raeleigh immediately knew what Reese was thinking. She put down her mobile phone and went to get Jepherson. She knocked on the door of the bathroom. Jepherson was taking a cold shower. The sound of the water running drowned out the sound of Raeleigh knocking. Raeleigh pushed the door open and walked in. Jepherson sensed it when he felt a burst of wind. He looked up at Raeleigh, who had a grim expression on. "Something's happened." After that, she left the bathroom and quickly changed into something else. Jepherson came out after her, drying his hair as he asked her, "What's going on?" Raeleigh felt like she was some sort of spy. It felt really weird. She said, "Reese called and said that there are two cars trailing Old Master Richards and Madam Marissa's car. I told her to wait for us downstairs." Jepherson frowned. "How long has it been?" "Five minutes." Raeleigh raised her head to
Raeleigh was brought to the police station by the police who came to the hospital. She went with them cooperatively but didn't reveal her identity. She just told them that she'd happened to pass by as the accident happened and didn't have time to mull things over. She'd just rescued the people in two of the cars, but she didn't know what had happened to the six others in the other cars. She told them that there were already two people in their car and they just didn't have enough space to save anyone else. "Why didn't you call the police, then?" the police officer asked Raeleigh. She looked at the person next to her. "Didn't you call the police?" The person next to her was supposed to be her security detail. He said, "I thought you called them!" The police officer sitting across from them was lost for words. It looked like they'd been so caught up in the situation that they'd overlooked it! "Since there's nothing much at the moment, you guys can leav
At the Moore family. "How's everything going?" Flynt was reading a book with his head slightly bowed, looking indifferent. Two people holding briefcases stood opposite him. "They've left and their records are flawless. Even without a lawyer's help, they'll be able to get away scot-free. When we got there, they were already gone. We checked the traffic bureau, but there isn't anything on them. It seems that they've already done the necessary cleaning up before we could get there to dig something up." As a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses spoke, Flynt looked up, crossed his legs, and asked, "So what you're saying is that they had everything arranged beforehand and knew that we were waiting for them at the hotel entrance? That's why they followed us there?" "No, I don't think so," the man said. Flynt was amused. "No? What else could it be? They were behind us. How could they have gotten everything sorted out in such a short time?" "The traffic bureau is