"Saying you don’t use your brain is actually an understatent; a phone call to the guards, and what, you think you can grow wings and fly away?" Max Locke seed to be scolding his son, but in fact, he was giving him a clever suggestion. In the Military District compound, there are guards standing watch at the main gate in shifts—just one command, and anyone who isn’t a resident family mber, no matter who they are, can be detained within minutes.
Titus Zane was truly frustrated, inexplicably dragged by a stranger to et his parents, and inexplicably disliked, now she wanted to leave and was inexplicably stopped.
Notice, unauthorized departure of unrelated personnel from the Military District compound is forbidden.
No matter how she explained, they wouldn’t let her pass!
She wanted to call Alder Locke, but she didn’t know his number, so with no other choice, she had to turn back the way she ca.
At the Locke Family residence, after alerting the guards, Alder Locke lounged comfortably in the sofa chair.
With one hand resting on the back of the chair nibbling on an apple, a long leg casually draped over his other knee, shaking away.
The military-bred patriarch detested his grandson’s careless deanor the most; he tapped his cane heavily on the Marble floor and vented his anger at his own son.
"Finnian, look at this outstanding son you’ve raised. No proper way to sit, idling his ti away outside is one thing, but now bringing ho all sorts of questionable won!"
As soon as the patriarch’s words fell, Alder Locke, unwilling to listen, stopped his apple-nibbling and sat up straight to argue with his grandfather.
"Grandpa, Titus Zane is not so questionable woman; she’s a decent office worker, an executive assistant at State Elent Ltd.!"
"Hmph! I don’t care if she’s an assistant or not; I don’t like the look of her!" The patriarch snorted and turned his face away in a huff.
Max Locke sat in a single-seat armchair, his posture upright, just as one would expect from a military man.
"Dad, calm down. I think the kid isn’t bad."
"Not bad?" The patriarch glared and huffed coldly, "Hmph, it’s only because she resembles..." The patriarch halted mid-sentence, mindful that his daughter-in-law was nearby, but still cast a stern look at his son.
Alder Locke picked up on a hint of subtle information from what his grandfather left unsaid, put down his crossed leg, leaned forward, and asked with a hint of intrigue.
"Grandpa, who do you think Titus Zane resembles?"
The patriarch shot a glare at Alder Locke, "It doesn’t matter who she resembles, I still don’t agree!"
"Little Hao," seeing that the patriarch was truly angry, Emma Reynolds chid in with a reminder.
"Hmph, if you’re not going to say it, forget it!" Alder Locke leaned back again, continuing to munch on his apple.
A few minutes later, Titus Zane once again appeared at the cottage, standing at the door without entering, her expression cold and seemingly not pleased as she looked at Alder Locke inside.
"Alder Locke, trouble you to take back."
She had it figured out; it must have been that bastard’s doing. Otherwise, the security guards wouldn’t stop any other aunties from going out to buy groceries; why on earth were they only stopping her?
Besides, even if she left the compound, she couldn’t catch a cab and still wouldn’t be able to get back downtown.
"You’re back!" Alder Locke’s face lit up with surprise, and he rose to go over to her. He had just taken a step when he suddenly rembered the half-eaten apple in his hand, which he tossed into the trash can before striding over.
"Co inside, we’ll have dinner, and then I’ll take you back." Alder Locke grabbed Titus Zane’s wrist to go inside, but she shook off his hand, still standing at the door, "Or you could just ask the guard to let leave."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You’re not actually thinking of walking back, are you?" Alder Locke frowned disapprovingly, appearing much like a couple in conversation with Titus Zane.
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