No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 830

"Allen, you're seriously tying me up too? Aren't you afraid of a lightning strike from above?"

Yolande was also confined, stuck with me in the same room.

Honestly, I was surprised by Allen's move, but not shocked. Allen was the type who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals; heck, he'd even set his own mother ablaze if it meant getting what he wanted. There was nothing he wouldn't do.

Conrad, who had tagged along, was just standing there, playing the part of a detached spectator. Whether at the funeral or now, he seemed like a completely different person.

"Aunt Yolande, you're one of Ernest's people, right? Anyone associated with him is potentially a weak spot I need to watch. Collecting people like you is just insurance for when I need to save my own skin," Allen said with a smug grin plastered on his face.

He then glanced at Conrad. "Isn't that right, Mr. Conrad?"

Conrad didn't even bother to look at him. He just turned to me, asking, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Any news from Fanny? Has Sinclair made any moves?" I knew it wasn't wise to ask these questions in front of Allen, but I was too worried about Fanny.

"You know Sinclair's looking out for her. Stop worrying and focus on yourself," Conrad reassured me, implying Sinclair wouldn't leave Fanny to fend for herself.

I didn't know much about Sinclair, but the past few days had shown me that he wasn't just a businessman. He had his own network and influence.

Given that, he would definitely find a way to rescue Fanny.

"Mr. Clark, keeping them here is fine, but you should know she's the most innocent in this whole mess. If not for Ernest, she'd have nothing to do with any of this. So don't harm them," Conrad addressed Allen.

"Honestly, as long as she hands over what Ernest gave her, I won't just leave her alone; I'll treat her like royalty. But she's stubborn, won't give it up for anything," Allen feigned helplessness.

"Mr. Conrad, maybe you could persuade her? After all, you two were together for ten years, all those days and nights..."

"Allen," Conrad cut him off coldly, "you don't want me to teach you manners with my fists, do you?"

After Conrad left, Allen followed suit, leaving just Yolande and me.

Neither of us spoke at first. I wanted to ask her so many things, but this wasn't the place. Allen probably had us bugged.

Yolande broke the silence. "Conrad really dotes on you, huh."

What?

Was she teasing too?

"He said you might not like the food here, so he asked me to cook a few dishes you’d enjoy, including a seafood chowder," Yolande said, getting up and heading towards the kitchen.

I was momentarily stunned. Conrad had anticipated everything, even Yolande staying here.