Jaime paused for a moment. “She’s Crous‘ ancée, the future madam of the Filo family.”
“Did she say that herself?” William questioned Jaime.
Jaime tried to spealc “No-
However, before he could explain, William eut him off. “Then why do you say she is his wife?”
Jalme, an elderly man in his eighties, was startled by the sudden outburst. He didn’t understand why he was so angry.
Jaime said, “Her secretary said it, and she didn’t deny it. Besides, after our meal, she’s heading to Balix with Cronus. How could that be fake?”
William’s fingers tightened around his tablet, his expression darkening instantly. As he was already a little pale to begin with, he currently looked as
white as snow.
Jaime wanted to ask what was wrong
But William got up and left
“You…
Something was wrong with him, so Jaime quickly asked, “Where are you going?”
“I’m going back to Cedonia,” William said.
“Now? Weren’t you leaving tomorrow?” Jaime asked.
However, the response he got was the sound of a door slamming shut,
Jaime was bewildered, wondering what that was about
Was he angry? Was he anxious? Why did it seem like he was chasing after his lost wife?
William left the hotel and got into a car immediately.
Due to his sudden decision, Ashton had to scramble to remake the arrangements. She hurriedly opened the car door to the shotgun seat while quickly searching for flights to Capebatt City on her phone
However, given the limited number of first–class seats, and the fact that they were booking a flight so suddenly, how could they still get one?
Her head pounded as she faced the biggest challenge of her career. She quickly said, “Mr. Middleton, there are no first–class seats left for today’s flights to Capebatt City. There’s only the economy class left. Shall we go back tomorrow?
If they left the next day, she could still figure out a way to get first–class tickets that night.
However, William replied, “Book the tickets.”
Was he asking her to book an economy flight ticket? The flight from Merclanna to Capebate City would take at least 16 hours, with a layover in between. Given the cramped economy class seats, how could he endure a journey that lasted more than ten hours?
As William was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he never compromised on anything his whole life. How could he handle such discomfort?
As his secretary, Ashton was obligated to advise him. Hence, she forced herself to say, “Mr. Middleton, maybe we should-”
William checked his watch and urged the driver loudly. “Drive faster.”
“Yes, sir!” the driver said.
Ashton noticed his urgency and realized there was no persuading him. She reluctantly booked the economy tickets, all the while being more puzzled than anyone ever. Why was he suddenly in such a rush to go back? Had something happened at Cedonia?
William was looking at a booking app on his phone, but he was checking flights from Mercianna to Baliz. The next flight was departing in an hour.
William tightened his grip on his phone. Even the sunlight could not penetrate his deep, dark gaze.
The driver pushed past the speed limit and got them to the airport well before their boarding time. Although they didn’t get first–class tickets, they were still VIP members of the airline, so they could walt in the VIP lounge.
Ashton led the way. “Mr. Middleton, the lounge is this way
However, William looked at the airport screen. After be confirmed something, he walked in the opposite direction.
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