Chapter 396
As soon as Arabella reached the entrance of Reflections Villa and jumped out of the cab, her phone suddenly started ringing.
“Boss, we’ve got some leads on the fire that happened back then. We caught two suspects, but they’re tight–lipped. I’m worried if we push them anymore, they might crack. Could you swing by?”
“Sure‘ Arabella hung up the phone, noticing the cab driver was still there. She hopped back in, “Take me to Villa Cascada.”
“Wait, you mean the Villa Cascada in the sticks?” The driver asked, surprised.
Apparently, it’s some rich dude’s private pad, no folks allowed!
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Rumour had it the rich guy was touchy. If any vehicles trespassed, a row of pillars would pop up from the road to stop the vehicle.
And if anyone got curious and stepped out of the car, they might run into heaps of bodyguards.
All in all, no one dared to go there!
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror. Did this young lady know someone at Villa Cascada? First, it was Reflections Villa, now Villa Cascada. This young lady must be someone special. But if she’s that high up, why didn’t she have her own.driver and car and instead needed a cab? The driver was a bit puzzled.
“You don’t need to take me up. Just drop me off at the foot of the hill.”
“Alright, buckle up, please.” The driver stepped on the gas and took off.
Not far away, in a fancy business car, David Collins was watching all this, his eyes shining with stars.
This young lady was really beautiful, who was she?
Why did she look so captivating?
He had never seen such a beautiful girl before, her small face/delicate, long hair flowing, radiating a cold aura.
Whether it was her looks or her aura, he was mesmerized!
“She might have just left your place and is now taking a cab home. Looks like a frugal, good girl.” His agent Klein read his thoughts and praised, “Maybe she’s the blind date your mother arranged for you? This time the standard seems pretty high!”
dates?
When did his mother start having such good taste in blind dates?
“I know you’re going home to be with your sister, so I gave you a couple of days off.”
“Thanks.” David patted his shoulder, picked up the gift he prepared for his sister, “I’m off.”
In the living room, Louisa was sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee. Seeing David, she couldn’t help but put down her cup, walked over, and scolded him.
“You naughty boy, finally decided to come home? Your sister has been back for a few days, and you’re always busy.”
David laughed and said, “Mom, your hits are getting harder. Have you been eating more lately?”
“You naughty boy, are you saying I’m fat?” Louisa hit him again and called for a scale, “I really gained weight. Oh my god, go tell the chef, don’t make my late–night snack tonight!”
“Where’s my sister?” David was searching while laughing, but he didn’t see his sister. He scratched his head, had his sister already gone to bed?
“Now you start caring about your sister? It’s too late!”
Louisa smirked and turned around. David was a bit confused. What did she mean by it’s too late?
“Is my sister missing?”
