Chapter 858 A Journey of Unexpected Twists
“What if he has to work overtime all night? I don’t know if his b*dy can handle it…”
Frances’s words made Cherise furrow her eyebrows tightly.
A significant issue at Damien’s company has led to frequent late nights.
If he indeed had to work all night tonight, his health…
Taking a deep breath, she snatched the medicine from Frances’s hand and grabbed her coat before heading out the door.
Outside, a black car awaited at the entrance.
Without hesitation, Cherise got in and instructed, “Go to the Lenoir Group.”
The driver, wearing a low–brimmed hat, merely responded with a “Hmm” and started the
car.
As Cherise sat in the back seat, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the car window, her thoughts were consumed by Damien’s situation.
She mentally rehearsed the scolding she intended to give him upon their reunion, utterly oblivious to the changing landscape around her.
When she finally snapped back to reality, they had reached the outskirts of Adania.
With furrowed brows, she noticed the car had veered off course, venturing into unfamiliar territory. “This isn’t the way to the Lenoir Group!” she exclaimed, her confusion evident in
her tone.
Suddenly, Cherise’s demeanor shifted, her eyes, as dark as grapes, now vigilant as she stared at the man in the driver’s seat. “Who are you? What do you want?” Her voice was firm, tinged with apprehension.
The man instinctively lowered his hat brim in response. “Do you not know what I want to do, Mrs. Lenoir?”
His slightly malicious and deep voice sent a shiver down Cherise’s spine.
Frowning, she pressed further, “Who are you, exactly?”
“I… let me tell you, my husband is compelling. If he finds out that you want to kidnap me or harm me, he won’t spare you!” She warned.
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“Is that so?”
“Damien? He can’t do anything to me,” he scoffed.
The man’s carefree and confident tone conveyed indifference as if he held all the cards in the situation.
This fearless demeanor caused a slight tightening in Cherise’s heart, stirring a mix of apprehension and curiosity within her.
Cherise’s grip on the seat tightened as she pieced things together.
It was Frances…
“You bribed Frances, didn’t you?” she accused.
She could only deduce such a conclusion based on the circumstances at this juncture.
Frances wouldn’t have hurriedly entered the car if she had not portrayed the situation as urgent.
“Bribed?”
The man’s voice held a hint of amusement. “She was already mine, so why would I need to bribe her?”
Cherise was momentarily startled. As she was about to respond, she felt a sense of familiarity in the man’s voice.
Frowning, she tried to recall but couldn’t figure it out despite numerous images and voices flashing through her mind.
“What exactly do you want to do?” she demanded, trembling.
“Do.”
“You.”
Perhaps it was because he sensed the tremor in her voice that Damien couldn’t resist a soft chuckle. “Silly, how could the driver in our family’s car be a stranger?”
The indulgent tone of Damien’s voice brought Cherise’s heart, which had been hanging in the air, b1 down to earth.
She gritted her teeth and glared at him in anger. “You’re teasing me!”
“I am teasing you,”
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He admitted, removing his hat to reveal his face’s cold and stern lines. “I did mention we’d have some fun in the car tonight, so naturally, I intend to keep my word.”
Cherise’s glare intensified. “So it was you who orchestrated Frances’s words?”
Damien nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”
He locked the car and swiftly moved from the driver’s seat to Cherise’s side. “Someone attempted to evade me by seeking refuge in the children’s room after dinner. If I hadn’t planned accordingly, would I still be able to see you tonight?”
