Dorothy didn’t want to bother him and was about to politely decline when Tyrell seemed to see through her, “Don’t think it’s a bother, we’re going in the same direction anyway. Besides, it’s much harder to find a designated driver during the day than at night. Why don’t you let my driver take your car back for you?”
“As for the cost, you can just charge me the usual price for driving, it’s not like I’m taking advantage of you, right?”
Dorothy was originally somewhat hesitant, after all, she already owed him a lot.
But these words really made her let go of the burden.
Agreed.
Tyrell took Dorothy to Heavenwood Apartments.
He parked the car outside the gate, “Right here?“.
Dorothy nodded, transferred 288 to him, watched him accept it, and then pushed open the door to get out of the car.
After watching Dorothy enter the villa community, Tyrell did not stay long and instructed the driver to drive.
At this moment, the woman sitting in the white Audi parked not far away is Sonia.
Sonia watched as Dorothy got out of the other car and entered the residential area. Her hands clenched the steering wheel tightly, her face darkening.
She had seen the license plate of the car in front at the Sleep Medicine Construction Research Center, it was Mr. Calhoun’s car.
That bitch indeed had an affair with Mr. Calhoun!
Since there was already a Mr. Calhoun, coming to steal Dwayne from her is just despicable!
Suddenly, a bright idea flashed through her mind, and a plan emerged…
After Dorothy entered the password lock, she just stepped over the threshold and looked up to see a man leaning against the bar counter. He was wearing only a dark gray shirt, with the top button slightly undone, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the steel belt watch he was wearing.
It seemed like I had waited for quite some time.
Dorothy was surprised.
Dwayne has been coming back more frequently lately than before.
And the time period is also unstable, getting earlier and earlier?
He lifted his eyelids, looking gloomy, “Are you willing to come back?”
“What does this mean, Mr. Lambert?” she chuckled dryly, with a hint of self–mockery, “Those who don’t know might think you were deliberately waiting for me to come back.”
(2)
