Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 594

Chapter 594

The car carrying Claire was driving slowly on the road.

She was sitting in the back seat alone. Arthur’s assistant, Mateo, was sitting in the front passenger seat, and the driver was driving, expressionless.

About 30 minutes had passed since they left Chivers Residence, and it was unclear what the destination was. It seemed that the car would not stop at once.

Claire looked out the window. Outside the car, apart from the flat, wide, and endless road, there were uninterrupted warm yellow streetlights.

Some occasional cars whizzed by.

Thinking for a while, Claire turned to Mateo, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, and asked, “Excuse me, sir. Where are we going? How long will it take to get there? It feels like this road never ends.”

After Claire finished speaking, she looked at the deserted surroundings and had some uneasy feeling.

Mateo, who had just sent a message about work, turned to Claire when he heard her voice. “Ms. Garcia, Mr. Jarrett has a special status, so the place for your meeting should be private. Sorry to keep you waiting, but we are almost there. Just about 10 minutes away. Please be patient.”

Mateo spoke politely.

“About 10 minutes? Okay then. I thought… Okay, thank you.”

Mateo nodded to Claire. “You’re welcome, Ms. Garcia. By the way, I’m Mateo Quinn.”

Mateo’s words made Claire feel like he was easy to get along with, not stiff and pretentious like those officials. She felt a little relaxed. “Okay, Mr. Quinn. It seems that you’re about my age.”

Mateo waved his hand. “No, no, no. I started working for Mr. Jarrett when I was 15. It’s only been 16 years. I’m 31 years old.” “What? You’re about the age of my son–in–law? Oh, forgive me. I meant you look more mature and sound than him.” Mateo laughed lightly. “It’s okay, Ms. Garcia. I’m used to it. I look older than my age. Just call me Mateo.”

Hearing this, Claire felt relieved and laughed, “Well, okay. Only if you wish. Mateo, you can call me Claire. I’m used to people calling me that.”

“Okay.”

The conversation made the journey seem shorter, and they arrived in no time.

“Claire, here we are. Please step out of the car. Mr. Jarrett is waiting inside. I’ll take you in.” Mateo turned to Claire in the back seat as the car stopped.

Many robust men in identical black uniforms stood at the gate, carrying weapons of the same specifications.

“So this is the residence of wealthy people? Indeed. When one succeeds like him, power is everything. Money is nothing. This residence, I reckon, is second to none in Clusia, no, in the whole world,” said Claire.

Mateo agrees with her. “As a Student of Mr. Dorian Finch, Mr. Jarrett naturally resembles him. I heard that Mr. Dorian Finch designed this courtyard for Mr. Jarrett. Many of the mountains, rivers, flowers, and plants are similar to those in Mr. Dorian Finch’s courtyard in Larkston. There are also many precious books, classics, calligraphy, and paintings here, all of which were sent by Mr. Dorian Finch. He treats his apprentices very well.”

"I see. Carson treats Cherise very well, and my late mother as well. I heard that he went back to Larkston two days ago to pack up some things and will be back in two days. I’ll visit him when he gets back.” said Claire, her face full of gratitude and admiration for Carson.

Mateo nodded and walked to the gate of a three–story Western–style building.

The sliding door was made of transparent white glass, through which you could clearly see the brilliant lights and various tasteful furnishings inside.

Mateo gently pushed it open. “Claire, here we are. Mr. Jarrett is in there. I’ll leave you alone. I’ll see you when you’re done. Goodbye.”

Then he ran off very quickly and disappeared at the end of the garden.

Now the only people standing at the gate of the building were Claire and the silent guards in black clothes.