Andrea folded the last sweater into the suitcase, and the sound of the metal zipper startled the unexpected visitor at the door.
Matilda leaned against the door frame, Dior sunglasses twirling on her fingertips, bright red lipstick bold and eye–catching.
“Finally got rid of that jinx of yours, one day Roderick will realize who truly understands him.”
Andrea kept snapping the buckle shut, her eyelashes casting a cool shadow below her eyes.
“Turns out Ms. Turner treasures even the leftovers picked by others.”
She paused, chuckled lightly.
“But then again, after all, besides Mrs. Hodgson’s reputation, you don’t seem to have anything else to hold onto.”
Matilda’s carefully maintained smile cracked.
“You!”
The conversation was cut off before it finished.
“Have you pushed everyone away? Don’t drop the ball at a critical moment.”
Matilda was extremely wicked and there was nothing to be done about it.
“I’ll arrange for someone with a similar build to yours to enter the advanced ski trail. Those bodyguards can’t ski, so they’ll slow them
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“Um.”
“Need a hand?”
A deep male voice came from the end of the hallway.
Quinn, wearing a sharp dark grey coat, walked slowly towards.
He glanced at Matilda’s pale face, raised his eyebrows and looked at Andrea.
“What is this?”
Andrea nodded slightly.
“I’m going back to my country, Mr. Shillingford. See you later.”
Quinn responded with a meaningful smile.
“I happen to be going back to my country too, want me to drop you off at the airport on the way?”
Upon hearing this, Andrea’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
Based on what I’ve seen so far, Mr. Shillingford’s abilities seem to be on par with Roderick’s.
With his help, the chances of escaping should have been much higher.
“Sure.”
The gravel on the mountain road was crushed by the Bentley, making a low hum as the tires rubbed against the asphalt.
Andrea was afraid that Roderick’s people would catch up, so she kept
staring at the rearview mirror.
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God knows where, three SUVs were parked in a staggered formation about a hundred meters away, their headlights flickering in the mist.
“Sir, we detected three unidentified vehicles following you.”
The bodyguard’s voice came through a hidden microphone, and the screen suddenly lit up with blue light, automatically generating a
route.
Andrea looked guilty and full of self–blame.
“Sorry, I think I caused you trouble.”
Quinn had a smile on his lips.
“I was happy.”
“What?”
Andrea just felt confused.
“Andrea, does this mean you trust me a lot?”
“Don’t worry, I will never let you down.”
Andrea hadn’t fully grasped the meaning behind his words when she saw his fingertips frantically working on the screen.
“Activated the electromagnetic interference system.”
As soon as the words fell, the headlights of the vehicles behind suddenly started flashing violently, and the car navigation system made a loud error sound.
However, the pursuit did not stop.
When the Bentley was driving onto the cross–sea bridge, a matte black Audi roared out from the emergency lane, cutting off its path with
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precision.
Andrea’s pupils shrank suddenly when she saw the moment the window of the other car rolled down, and a dark gun barrel gleamed with cold light.
Was Roderick really that heartless?!
Quinn, however, calmly pressed the red button on the side of the seat.
The whole car suddenly sank ten centimeters, and the chassis sprayed out thick smoke.
“Hurry up.”
He suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the Bentley spun 180 degrees on the bridge.
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