Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children novel Chapter 696

Chapter 696

Flint felt a little sad and gloomy as if he had bitten a sour lemon. The sourness almost made his tears drop.

He pulled open the car door and suppressed his emotions. “Get into the car,” he said with a straight face.

Adina pulled open the car door and sat in the front passenger seat, and Flint silently drove toward Hestia Border.

It was a small city that was not very advanced. Countless sins were buried under its buildings, and innumerable people around the world had gone missing and lost their lives there.

Guards patrolled the place twenty–four hours a day, and it was heavily guarded. Everyone who passed by looked fearful and anxious.

After Adina and Flint were searched, they successfully entered Hestia Border.

The two of them walked along the main road, and they soon reached the organization‘s core area.

There was a four–story mansion, which was surrounded by about four rows of cottages. The entrance was guarded by an iron fence and many parked military vehicles.

When the two of them appeared at the door, two security personnel stopped them.

Adina flashed them a stunning smile and spoke in fluent English. “Hello, I‘m here to see Mr. Terry North. He saved me yesterday, so I want to thank him in person.”

Perhaps the two guards had not seen such a gorgeous woman for a long time, so their expressions were not that cold.

One of them extended his arm and said, “Do you have an appointment letter?”

The corners of Adina‘s lips froze for a while.

She had never heard of a required appointment letter when asking to meet Terry North.

This area mainly belonged to the Black Party. Aside from its executives and cronies, no one else could drive their car there.

Adina turned around and saw a woman push open the car‘s backseat door.

It was a woman with a strong and imposing aura. She had curly flax–colored hair, green eyes, and gorgeous red lips.

“Ms. Isabelle,” the guards at the entrance greeted her uniformly.

The indifferent woman waved her hand, which was covered in a lace glove, before walking toward the mansion in high heels.

Right after she took a step, she stopped walking. She turned around and looked at Adina‘s face.

Beautiful women tended to be hostile to other women who were more beautiful than them. That was the case with Isabelle. Her gaze was sharp as she sized Adina up, and she asked the guard next to her, “Who is this?”