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Reuben checked on Paulette several times to make sure she was okay before finally breathing a sigh of relief, “Phew, thank goodness…Paula, why don’t you move in with us? I really worry about you living alone like this!”
Paulette subconsciously glanced at Collin next to her. Collin immediately pretended to be looking at the scenery, his eyes darting elsewhere, but his ears perked up high.
Paulette couldn’t help but laugh a little, then said softly, “No need, uncle.”
“I lived with my boyfriend.”
As for her relationship with Jeremiah, she didn’t feel like explaining too much to outsiders for now, but there was no need to lie either.
Reuben’s eyes flickered slightly, as if he was really surprised.
“Did Paula have a boyfriend?”
Paulette just nodded and didn’t explain further.
“That’s fine, but I still hope you can move in. Otherwise, if something like today happens again, how can I explain to your mom?”
Reuben was full of worry, with every word showing the concern of his elders. “You have no idea, when I received the kidnapper’s call, my heart almost jumped out of my chest, afraid that something might happen to you.”
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Paulette looked up at him and said after a moment, “I’m sorry for making you worry.”
She actually thought it was a bit strange.
Reuben just got back home, how could the kidnappers find him so easily?
But then again, Nelson should have already returned to Fromond, not my concern here, and Reuben made a big fuss about going back to his country, so it wouldn’t be difficult to find out his identity if he wanted to investigate.
Thinking about this, Paulette didn’t ask any more questions, she just chatted with Reuben for a while and then got ready to leave with Collin.
“Uncle, the thirty million you gave out, I will find a way to pay you back as soon as possible. Sorry for the trouble.”
The night was getting darker, the street lights in the old residential area were broken and dim, dark as if shrouded in a layer of gloomy fog.
Reuben stood with his back facing us, his cheeks buried in the shadows.
He waved his hand, “Why bother talking about this as a family? It’s just thirty million, consider it as compensation from me to you.”
Paulette didn’t realize until later
The most important things in the eyes of the world, besides life, money.
are
Some people don’t even want the money that is handed to them, because they want more.
After saying goodbye to Reuben, Paulette and Collin got on the car.
Collin took a bottle of water from the trunk, opened it, and handed it to
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her, “Ms. Davenport, are you okay?”
Paulette looked at him cautiously and said with a smile, “It’s okay.”
How come?
Her face now, as white as a sheet!
Although Collin is usually good at talking, he couldn’t find any
comforting words to say at this moment, especially when the other party is a girl, and his own boss lady.
I don’t know if Mr. Swanson will come back and kick her head like a ball.
Collin thought more and more, took a deep breath, and started the engine.
Paulette opened the window and looked outside. The cold wind blew in, making her feel refreshed.
She closed her eyes, and everything that happened today played out in her mind like a movie.
About ten minutes passed.
Paulette opened her eyes and croaked, “Collin.”
“Ah!”
Collin was startled and quickly looked in the rearview mirror, “What’s wrong, Ms. Davenport? Hungry? Thirsty? Or missing Mr. Swanson?”
Paulette wasn’t in the mood for jokes and asked in a serious tone, “How come you came with my uncle?”
“This…”
Collin’s eyes lit up, “Your uncle, huh…”
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He cleared his throat a couple of times, looking a bit awkward, “I was given an ultimatum by Mr. Swanson, he told me I had to find you within half an hour. I really had no choice but to ask for a little help from two friends on the street…”
“When we finally found your exact location, we saw someone walking ahead of us. After asking, we realized it was your uncle.”
Paulette listened carefully to him, murmuring thoughtfully, “Like this…”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Collin smiled ingratiatingly, “Ms. Davenport, please don’t tell Mr. Swanson about me seeking help from outsiders. If he finds out I’ve been hanging out with those people, he might skin me alive.”
Paulette just nodded and closed her eyes again.
The black Maserati zoomed past on the highway, leaving only a blur behind.
It was almost twelve o’clock.
The sky was unusually clear and bright, with light, lazy clouds drifting. A few stars were faintly visible, as if clearing atway the haze, welcoming the arrival of spring.
