Flirted Wrong, Married Right Chapter 574: You’ve Worked Hard

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Night falls.

On the suburban road, an inconspicuous black car is parked by the roadside, hazard lights flashing, showing no intention of leaving anyti soon.

In the car, Sumr Monroe leans impatiently against the seatback, turning her head to look out at the monotonous, sowhat desolate landscape.

In the passenger seat, Heather Donovan is looking at her phone, muttering to herself, "It’s already past nine. We’ve wasted too much ti hiding here and there. I wonder if he’ll be angry later..."

Sumr’s eyes reveal even more irritation, but she says nothing, simply watching outside quietly.

Soon, another black car approaches from the opposite direction, eventually stopping face to face.

Heather abruptly turns, her tone uncertain whether it’s happiness or sothing else, "Sumr, the car has arrived. Let’s go."

Sumr’s eyes show an inexplicable panic and unease. Moving sluggishly, she gets out of the car and follows Heather to the vehicle opposite.

The other vehicle is a black Bentley.

In the darkness, at first glance, the Bentley looks no different from any ordinary car. Only upon approaching does one realize that no matter how close one gets, the interior of the Bentley remains obscured.

Heather climbs into the front passenger seat, leaving Sumr to the back seat.

Sumr seems to be deliberately stalling, slowly getting into the car. When she sees there’s only a young man in the back seat, she subconsciously breathes a sigh of relief.

But very quickly, Sumr’s expression turns tense again, sitting silently in the car.

The young man beside her keeps a calm deanor, his handso and pale face showing a hint of nonchalance, "Miss, it’s been a while."

"Mm." Sumr’s voice is low, her heart pounding like a drum, "Are—are you here to pick us up alone?"

The young man curls his lips, appearing still sowhat indifferent and dismissive, "Obviously, aside from the driver, it’s just ."

Pausing, the man adds, "Sir is waiting for you at the villa."

Sumr nods and says no more.

The car starts moving slowly.

Sumr maintains a distance from the man beside her, leaning against the window. She takes out her phone, idly opening a ti-wasting ga, then mutes the sound and absentmindedly taps at the glowing points on the screen.

The car’s interior is eerily silent.

Not long after, Heather, seemingly unable to endure the quiet any longer, turns to the man in the back seat to chat.

Her tone carries a smile, one that feels sowhat ingratiating.

"Gregory, it’s been over a year since we last t, right? During this ti, you’ve been taking care of him... Thank you for your hard work. When you have ti, you should co into the city, and Sumr and I will host you."

The man nad Gregory Barnes, his na perfectly matching his cold exterior.

"You’re too kind, ma’am," Gregory says in a calm tone, devoid of any discernible fluctuation, "I usually have to work by the chairman’s side, so I’m afraid I won’t have the ti."

Continuing, Gregory shifts his tone, "Tonight, you and Miss might not be able to sleep early. Given the current situation, ma’am, perhaps you should rest for a while."

Heather laughs awkwardly and turns away without another word.

Sumr lowers her eyes, her fingers tightening slightly around her phone.

She lifts her eyes coldly and looks at Gregory.

Just in ti to et Gregory’s gaze.

The unexpected eting of their eyes, Gregory’s phoenix-like eyes, strikingly beautiful, curve slightly.

"Miss, it’s been a long ti. You don’t seem too eager to see ?"