Phoebe Harris pushed Samuel Peary away and then left.
"You should go drive too. What? Still counting on your son’s car?"
Silvia Waterborne suddenly spoke, then went forward and directly got into Maxwell Peary’s car.
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, not expecting that Samuel Peary hadn’t touched Phoebe Harris for over thirty years.
This big gossip, no one saw it coming.
Hearing this, he felt really strange.
After getting in the car, Maxwell Peary frowned, looking at Silvia Waterborne in the passenger seat.
"Do you... still like him?"
Maxwell Peary suddenly asked.
Silvia Waterborne was stunned for a mont, her expression unreadable.
She sat there, looking into the distance.
"It’s been over thirty years. Why even talk about liking or not liking anymore?"
Even if there was still so affection, thirty-plus years had already worn everything away.
But if she really didn’t like him, why did she feel so strange when she heard what Phoebe Harris said just now?
What on earth is going on here?
Back then, wasn’t Samuel Peary already...
Could there really be so irreparable reason?
Samuel Peary was driving his own car, staring ahead intently.
Silvia Waterborne was just ahead, like back then when he often drove following her.
Sotis, the driver drove while he sat in the passenger seat, driving alongside her car.
Just looking at her like that.
Back then, Silvia Waterborne, he could only pay attention to her in this silent way.
But at that ti, her shy appearance was exceptionally beautiful.
Now, when she looks at him, her gaze has changed.
Thinking of this, he sighed.
Phoebe Harris’s car had already overtaken, reaching the elder’s place ahead of them.
"Do I need to do anything?"
Maxwell Peary looked at Phoebe Harris’s car, then turned to glance at Silvia Waterborne.
If he wanted to stop Phoebe Harris, it would be all too easy.
Silvia Waterborne sat there and sighed.
"If you’re asking , I think it’s unnecessary. If you’re asking yourself, then asure it yourself."
Asking her was rely to see her attitude towards Samuel Peary’s issue.
For him, if Phoebe Harris went to the elder’s place, things could go awry.
Maxwell Peary nodded, reached for his phone.
"Owen, help intercept a car..."
After giving the instructions, he continued driving.
Though he didn’t care about a clown like Phoebe Harris, he still needed to ensure everything went smoothly.
So people might not really matter, but their existence is too annoying.
Phoebe Harris was just that annoying.
Silvia Waterborne didn’t know that after hearing Maxwell Peary’s instructions, she felt a sense of relief.
But...
Not long after, Maxwell Peary’s phone rang.
"What happened?"
It was a call from Owen Lewis, and Maxwell Peary frowned, having a bad feeling.
"Boss, there’s a problem with our goods, and overseas goods also have issues. We couldn’t stop that car earlier; it was stopped... stopped by the elder."
Hearing this, Maxwell Peary instantly clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead.
Alright, for this matter, the elder really spared no effort.
He never thought he would do sothing like this.
Damn it!
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