Female Novel
Chapter 630
Chapter: 630
Ariana blushed, flapping her hands dismissively, and responded in a playful manner, “I got it, my dear
Sarah. Just this once. I’m really grateful!”
“If you truly appreciate my help, you could start addressing me as ‘sister’ more frequently,” Sarah
retorted, raising her chin in a playful gesture.
Left with no other choice, Ariana teasingly obliged, calling Sarah ‘sister’ a handful of times before
Sarah released her.
They swiftly changed their attire. Sarah, holding the keys, leaned over to place a hat on Ariana’s head,
“Wait here, I’ll get the car.”
“Hold on!”
Realizing Theodore’s men might be outside, Ariana stopped Sarah. She peered out the window, her
voice dropping to a whisper, “If we leave like this, those outside will notice. I don’t want Theodore
finding out I returned to the fire scene to search for the pendant, and I certainly don’t want him tailingnovelbin
us.”
Despite her deep frustration, she held onto her anger firmly. No matter how much she had endured,
she refused to back down or give in.
Wearing a mysterious and self-assured smile, Sarah assured, “No need to worry.
Celebrities have special accommodations with multiple exits to avoid reporters and overzealous fans.
I’ll get you out of here safely.”
Meanwhile, outside the house, two men were idling in a car, puffing on cigarettes.
One was engrossed in a video game, instructing his companion to keep an eye on the house.
The other, reclining in his seat, responded with a yawn, “Why bother spying?
They’re probably resting. All lights are off; they must be asleep.”
Nolan Brown, momentarily diverting his attention from his game, glanced towards the villa. As
expected, all was dark. He checked the time and furrowed his brow.
It was still early, not even nine o’clock. Did the younger generation retire to bed this early?
“Why can’t we give our eyes a break? It’s been days since I had a good night’s sleep.
Staring at a disabled woman like she’s going to miraculously heal and bolt, especially at this late hour,
makes no sense,” Donny Barton grumbled, fidgeting with the car’s overhead lights.
“Have you forgotten how much the boss cares about this woman?” Nolan chastised him, his frown
deepening.
Donny, rolling his eyes, retorted loudly, “Care? What’s the point of caring now?
These rich folks are fickle, always after the next shiny thing, then they lose interest.
Remember, we’re handling their toys here, not precious treasures.”
Having vented, he turned his back, covering his face with his shirt. “Okay, okay, let’s just get through
this. I need sleep. Keep the noise down, if you want to play guard, do it quietly.”