Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me
Chapter 52
Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me Chapter 52
As expected by Arielle, when the car pulled up at the manor, Cindy did not follow them into the house. Instead, she beckoned for Alfred. “Something has cropped up at the office, but Rick’s too drunk, so I’ll go on his behalf. Take good care of him for me.”
“Yes, Mrs. Southall,” Alfred replied before helping Henrick into the house.
Seeing Cindy hurriedly make her way down the hill only made Arielle more suspicious than ever. Without hesitation, she pretended to have received a call and answered her phone. “What? Do I have to get the schedule now? Fine, I don’t have a choice, do 1? I’ll make my way to Nightshire Group now.”
Arielle then pretended to frown in annoyance and turned toward Alfred. “I have to make a trip to Nightshire Group now. Fill be home later.”
“It’s late, Ms. Arielle. Why don’t you take one of the family cars?”
Anelle rejected the offer with a wave of her hand. “It’s all right. The company’s sending a car over, and I can’t turn them down.”
“Okay then, please keep yourself safe. If you need a car to pick you up, let me know, and I’ll send one
Arielle smiled gratefully at Alfred’s thoughtfulness “Thank you, Alfred. I’ll make my way down the hill
now.”
“Very well, Ms. Anlelle. Be careful on your way.”
Shandie, who had been watching from the side, rolled her eyes in exasperation, “What’s the big deal?” she muttered angrily “it’s just a brand ambassadorship contract with Soir Coffee, Talking so loudly on the phone as if she wants the whole world to know that she’s working with Nightshire Group. What a prude!
as his
observed of them, Shandie came across as
was said to be a country bumpkin. However, she had grace and
was secondary. What determined the kind of person one would become were the inherent personality
to keep an ample distance from Cindy as she quietly
Anielle saw Cindy walk into one
the entire time, darting her eyes around even as she opened the door to the villa. Thankfully, Arielle had fast
duck behind a hedge before
could spot her
the door closed that Arielle could
coordinates of the villa and immediately texted it to Ashley: Help me check
the text, a big hand suddenly
Arielle immediately grabbed the arm and
rang out.
me…”
man wore a flattop and reeked of alcohol. Arielle scrunched up
drunkard trying to hit on
upon closer inspection, Arielle realized that this drunkard
reluctantly loosened her grip after a