Chapter 4 Don't make me see him

But if she wasn't Rachel West, why would she run away when she saw him, and where did that familiarity come from?

He was not convinced.

“Max Holland！”

"Yes, Mr. Smith."

"Find her for me, right away, right away!"

Seeing James Smith lose his soul made Alexa West feel bad.

"James, why are you doing this, my sister is dead"

"Shut up." James Smith interrupted her coldly. "I never believed that ashes could be her."

Alexa West took two steps back unsteadily.

It was said that the person he hated the most was his sister, but she knew that her sister was the most special to him.

He has always been indifferent to everyone, except for her elder sister.

She would rather have that kind of disgust than that kind of indifference.

As soon as James Smith left, the lounge was lively.

Someone patted Linda Park on the shoulder: "Hey, you're going to be hot this time, your assistant turned out to be Rachel West."

"Who? Rachel West? Who is Rachel West?"

" Rachel West, you don't know, she is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, but it is said that his ex-wife died five years ago, and I don't know if they are wrong and think your assistant is Rachel West. "

"Haha" Linda Park said with a smirk, "That's it, they must have read it wrong. If that ugly bastard is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, then I'm still Mrs. Smith's current boss, really."

When James Smith and Max Holland found the basement, it was empty.

Even though the sun is shining brightly, the basement, which is less than 20 square metres, is still pitch-black, and the lights must be lit to see the scene of the house clearly.

The house was rudimentary, with only one bed and one table, and the floor was damp. If you were not careful, you could easily slip and fall.

James Smith stood in a daze in front of a portrait.

It was a picture of a sunset over the sea with a very poor quality. After so many years, he still likes sunsets and evenings.

At this moment, he was almost certain that it was Rachel West.

If it wasn't Rachel West, how could she have escaped so quickly.

"Mr. Smith, it looks like we're  late."

"Keep looking, as long as she is still alive in this world, she will never be able to escape my palm."

Max Holland stared blankly at the strange curvature of the corners of his lips, unable to understand his feelings for Rachel West.

He has no feelings for Rachel West, but after Rachel West died, he stayed in front of her grave for three days and three nights without food or drink.

He has feelings for Rachel West, but when he mentions that woman, there is always a hint of hatred in his eyes.

I don't understand, the emotional world of adults is really difficult to understand.

Rachel West doesn't have much luggage, a school bag is enough.

It's just that the schoolbag doesn't fit her thin body, as if it could crush her at any time.

There is a private station where she can take a long-distance bus to various cities without an ID card, but there are many people around.

Rachel West hugged her school bag tightly and shrank to the ticket window.

As soon as she walked to the window, a figure stopped her.

"Rainia, Mr. James want to see you, please come with me."

It's Max Holland.

As soon as Rachel West saw him, she turned and ran.

In an instant, several men in suits and leather collars surrounded her, and the battle scared the people around her to retreat.

Rachel West’s face turned pale.

She was already thin, and her face was so pale that she felt like she would fall down at any time.

"What are you guys going to do?"

" Mr. Smith just wanted to meet you, Rainia, don't  be so nervous."

"Which Mr. Smith, I don't know." Rachel West’s body began to tremble. "You guys get out of the way, I don't know any Mr. Smith. He probably has the wrong person."

"Whether Mr. Smith admits you’re the wrong person, you will find out after walking with us." Max Holland said, and motioned for the bodyguard to arrest her.

Rachel West’s emotions were instantly heightened: "Let go of me, what are you doing? I don't want to see him, I don't want to see him, please let me go, I don't want to see him. Help, help"

She can't  see James Smith, he hates her so much, hates her for kidnapping his first love, hates her for hurting grandma.

If James Smith had known she was alive, he would have killed her again.

The Smith’s Villa.

The housekeeper walked slowly into the study room with two pink-carved and jade-carved little dots.

The two little ones are the same age and look alike.

The older one is the elder brother, who has short hair that matches his ears, a small white face, and his facial features are as delicate as those carved by a knife.

It's just that the little one is only five years old, but his beautiful little brows are always wrinkled, and his cold temperament really follows James Smith.

The younger one is the younger sister, with two braids, and her round face is really cute.

It's just that she was pouting at the moment, looking very angry.

James Smith put down the book in his hand and looked at the two little ones, his cold eyebrows softened a little.

"The principal of the kindergarten just called and said you were fighting at school again."

"Humph!" Olivia Smith snorted angrily, and walked aside with his arms across his chest, the look of that fierce milk is very cute.

Her brother, Oliver Smith walked over and touched her little head, comforting thoughtfully: "My sister don't be angry, your brother has beaten them."

James Smith smiled and leaned back in his chair. "I'm sure my little one wouldn't just get into a fight and won’t tell Daddy what's going on."

"They said I don't have a mommy." Olivia Smith suddenly cried aggrieved, "How come I don't have a mommy, and I didn't pop out of a crack in a stone, they still said that Daddy doesn’t like me, he never Comes to pick me up from school."

James pursed his lips and didn't know what to think.