"Hmm," Jared Quinn responded with a nod, his eyes coldly fixated on Timmy’s suitcase as he sank into the luxurious European-style sofa. His long, lean legs crossed confidently, a finger pinching a cigarette, the smoke rising leisurely, making the scene more obscure.
On the stairs, a small figure just erged from lody Thorne’s bedroom, with a cold and heavy expression mirroring the man on the sofa.
He trotted down to the last step of the stairs, the small figure appearing sowhat desolate, sowhat pitiable.
The butler looked at the large and small figures in the hall, along with their excessively cold and similar facial features, feeling a bit of a headache, silently praying over and over.
Madam, please co back soon, co back soon...
Otherwise, there will definitely be chaos later, right?
The cold light in Timmy’s eyes reflected as he looked at the man on the sofa, completely devoid of innocence or cuteness. "I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep her."
He had just seen that all of lody’s things were gone, the important ones she had taken with her.
Jared flicked the cigarette ash with his long fingers, giving his identical son a sidelong glance. "Your act of being cute and weak didn’t keep her either?"
Timmy’s face remained cold. "...At least she was good to , held , kissed , liked , but you? She couldn’t wait to run far away the minute she saw you."
"Hah," Jared’s chest was struck with another blow by his own son, his deep-set face quickly icing over, as he threw aside the financial newspaper in his hand.
"Find out where she is now," he demanded in a thundering, chilly voice.
"Yes... yes," the butler quickly wiped away so sweat and ordered soone to track lody Thorne’s whereabouts.
The result...
Her location was rapidly moving, steadily heading south from Stellaria...
"She’s—on a plane?" The butler instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
"S-Sir," the butler turned around, his face looking worse than if he had eaten durian. "It... it appears she’s on a plane."
Jared: "!!!".
Timmy: "!!!".
Jared quickly opened lody Thorne’s suitcase, hastily searching for docunts necessary for traveling abroad.
There was nothing, absolutely nothing.
Just a wallet—the woman had left the country without even taking any money.
...
On the airplane.
lody Thorne carefully put away her passport and ID, thankful she hadn’t put these in her suitcase, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to leave now.
However... her wallet was in the suitcase.
She was now penniless.
"Are you cold?" Hans Montrose draped a blanket over her on the plane, knitting his brows lightly. "How could you not bring any clothes?"
"My luggage got stolen just as I stepped out," lody said, her gaze evasive, and a bit embarrassed, "My wallet was stolen too."
Hans glanced at her a few tis but didn’t expose her. He took out his wallet and pulled out a card. "This card works abroad; you can withdraw cash and buy things."
"I’ll return it to you when I go back," lody said as she accepted it without hesitation.
Hans watched her side profile and gave a slight smile but refrained from asking the question that nagged at him.
For instance, had she decided to embrace her freedom?
At the Grand Hotel.
"Why can’t I stay in this room? Are you kidding ? There are two leading actresses in this production, not just lody Thorne. Why can she stay and I can’t?"
A sharp, harsh voice rang out from afar at the hotel counter.
lody Thorne paused in her steps. Wasn’t she the only leading actress in the production? Who else could there be?
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