Chapter 1216: 1218: The Rhythm of an Impending Encounter

Night fell—Shirley Grant walked out of the airport, exhausted, with the 1.9-meter-tall Andrew Davidson beside her, standing out a mile.

"Whoa, it’s been so long since I came back."

Andrew let out a long breath. After flying for so long, he was pretty worn out too.

"Shirley, are you going to run?"

In Shirley’s eyes, this Capital Town felt very unfamiliar, yet it was also the place where she had lived for many years.

If Shirley wanted to escape, it would be very easy.

Hearing Andrew’s words, Shirley froze for a moment.

Run?

It’s true what they say, the closer you get to home, the more nervous you are. Before, she’d been hell-bent on coming back, but now she actually felt%

a little scared.

Is Alan Morgan doing okay?

How’s Gerry Peary?

Where was she supposed to go to find the two of them?

She didn’t know anything about the poison in her now.

"Let’s find a hotel to crash at first."

Shirley didn’t answer him, she just directly switched to a new topic.

"No rush. I haven’t been back in ages, I need to prepare a few gifts. I heard there’s an auction tonight, come with me."

An auction?

Shirley frowned. She didn’t really like that kind of place.

The people who show up there are all richer than the next, and more spoiled than the next.

She always felt out of place with that kind of society.

"Can I not go?"

Shirley tried to negotiate a bit and turned to look at Andrew.

"What do you think?"

You kidding? If Shirley didn’t go, wouldn’t it be ridiculously easy for her to run off?

Was he really dumb enough to leave her alone?

Shirley’s mouth twitched; there was nothing she could do.

"Fine. But if we’re going to that kind of place, I can’t dress like this, right?"

Usually after an auction, it goes straight into a banquet.

So everyone at the auction is dressed in formalwear.

She couldn’t embarrass herself.

"Don’t worry about that. We’ll go check into a hotel first, then get your dress ready."

After he finished speaking, Andrew hailed a cab, and the two of them headed straight for the Royal Dynasty Hotel.

......

Nia Mitchell drove over to MC Group because today Maxwell Peary couldn’t get off work early; he had to finish everything up and then take her straight up the mountain.

Heh heh.

They’d planned to go a couple of days ago, but things got messed up last minute.

At this hour, there were no Employees left in the Company.

Nia happily hopped her way to the CEO Office, and just as she was about to push the door open, she heard a woman’s voice inside.

A woman!!!!

That’s right, a woman!

Rabina Mitchell’s two ears instantly perked up. She looked utterly stunned, eyes wide.

Then...

She sneakily pressed her little ear against the door, trying to hear what was being said inside.

"Maxwell, I was still dealing with jet lag the other day, then I went home for a bit and found that this place has really changed a lot."

Anne Davidson’s voice was soft and gentle. After she finished speaking, she smiled and wrapped her hands around the cup of water in her hands.

She was sensitive to the cold; her hands were icy all year round.

"It really has changed quite a bit."

Maxwell Peary replied half-heartedly, glancing at the time now and then with a frown.

Why hadn’t his little rabbit come yet?

Did something happen on the way?

That shouldn’t be.

The reason he let his little rabbit drive that car was because it had a safety alarm system installed.

If the car was deformed in an accident, or if something happened to the driver, he would get an alert.

But he hadn’t gotten anything today.

So it was simple—everything on her end was fine.

"Maxwell, my feelings haven’t changed."