No Chance of Remarriage Get Lost (Elisa) novel Chapter 1942

Elisa pulled Rachel away, preventing her from confronting that person directly.

Pulling Rachel behind her, Elisa curved her lips into a never-changing polite smile.

“Mr. Carrerra, it's been a long time.”

It was none other than Mr. Carrerra.

Ever since he was driven out of the supermarket previously, Mr. Carrerra hadn't shown up for quite a while.

Perhaps it was because, amidst all the unexpected developments, there had never been an opportunity to meet.

Elisa was somewhat surprised to run into Mr. Carrerra out of the blue, but more than that, she was apprehensive.

Mr. Carrerra also smiled. The mysterious light twinkling in his eyes was enough to send chills down one's spine.

“Ms. Benett, there shouldn't be any police this time, right?”

Elisa knew that Mr. Carrerra was referring to the incident at the supermarket previously.

She didn't expect this person to hold a grudge.

Elisa chuckled, her response devoid of both humility and arrogance. “Mr. Carrerra, you must be jesting. If someone conducts themselves with integrity, why would the police persistently pursue them?”

Mr. Carrerra's face turned somewhat gloomy, and he stared at Elisa without uttering a word.

Rachel gave Elisa's hand a gentle squeeze, to which the latter responded by patting her back, silently conveying strength.

Elisa subtly moved half a step back, whispering so that only the two of them could hear, “Don't be frightened. When I divert his attention, seize the opportunity to escape.”

Rachel shook her head, her gaze resolute.

“No. What will you do if I leave?”

Elisa's face turned pale when she realized that Mr. Carrerra was alluding to the earlier altercation over the Ganoderma Caligo.

Elisa was innocent, but she recognized that this wasn't the moment for a confrontation. Her foremost objective was to placate Mr. Carrerra's emotions.

No one was aware of whether he had brought any weapons or how many individuals he had brought along with him.

If she wasn't cautious, everyone present could be placed in jeopardy.

Elisa was not impulsive, and she certainly wasn't someone who would make light of the lives of so many people.

Elisa chuckled a few times and then responded with a question. “Mr. Carrerra, you're known for your directness, so why don't we get straight to the point? What has brought you here today? If it's for a meal, consider it my treat.”

Mr. Carrerra sneered, “My reason for being here...” He paused, his gaze turning cold as it fixed on Elisa, akin to a vulture in the wilderness locking onto its prey.

“What could my intentions be, you ask? I merely want to extend an invitation for both of you to visit my abode and have a chat. I've heard that Ms. Benett had a close call recently, and I'm intrigued to learn about your adventures during this time.”