Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
That night, the official Twitter account of [Chicago Daily] issued a piece of news regarding a police report: According to the evidence provided by netizens, a traffic accident occurred at Chicago Avenue last night. The car owner escaped on the spot. After an investigation from multiple parties, the car owner, Owens, has been arrested. Owens confessed that he had escaped and has been handed over to the inspection agency for handling.
Some netizens had previously testified that the culprit was Yates. The police hereby announce that this information is false. The victim, Queen, is satisfied with the results of the investigation. It is the duty of every citizen to maintain public order. We thank netizens for their surveillance and for stopping the spread of rumors in a timely manner. [image] [image]
After this tweet was issued, it was shared over a thousand times within a few minutes. Susan’s name appeared on the hot search once again.
When Susan saw this piece of news, it was already ten in the evening. The two photos attached below were of Owens and the car that caused the accident.
Upon seeing these, the emotions in her heart gradually dissipated.
She used her iPad to log into her own Twitter account and shared this news from [Chicago Daily].
After a while, she walked out of the room. The building was so quiet at night that it made one feel panicked.
It was dim downstairs. Only a few wall lamps were lit.
She paced up and down in front of the door of Brad’s study room. She lightly tapped her lips with her fingertips from time to time. Her fair-skinned face revealed that she was in a dilemma.
Just when she was still hesitating, the door of the study room opened.
Brad opened the door with a teacup in one hand. He looked at Susan and was shocked.
“Something’s up?”
His low voice sounded in the corridor. Susan subconsciously nodded. “Yes. Can you lend me your phone? Mine is still with my agent.”
“Yes, come in!”
The man responded without thinking. He turned around and entered the study room.
Susan stood at the door and patted her heart. A trace of irritation climbed between her eyebrows.
This was her first time setting foot in Brad’s study. The simple but stylish interior made her eyes lit up.
There were many kinds of books on the wall. A retro tea set and an ashtray were placed on the office desk.
She secretly moved her gaze to the man. He was wearing a grey silk nightgown. His broad chest faintly revealed his muscled lines.
Susan lowered her eyes. She felt her cheeks become warm.
“The password’s 0601.”
Just when she was imagining things, Brad had already handed his phone to her and told her the password.
Susan received it. When she unlocked the screen, she subconsciously realized that his password was actually her birthday.
Amazing!
The man sat on the boss chair with his legs crossed. His arms were casually placed on the armrests. He locked Susan in his deep gaze. He watched her sit on the sofa next to him as she started to make a call as if no one else was around.
It seemed that she was gradually getting used to his existence.
Susan dialed Nick’s number and sat at the corner of the sofa. She subconsciously picked up the sofa cushion while talking.
“Pick me up at ten in the morning tomorrow. Help me buy a bouquet of flowers as well. Let’s go with white lilies. We’ll go to the hospital.”
“…”
“Alright, let’s bring that over tomorrow as well.”
“…”
“No, I’m not at home.”
At this time, Susan’s face was slightly wrinkled. She held the phone and glanced at Brad. She covered the mouthpiece and asked softly, “What’s the address here?”
Brad provided her the details. Susan smiled and hung up the call after instructing Nick.