Chapter 1090: Chapter 1090: Rose and Her
Alex had been with Brandon Piers for many years, and his thods were exceptional. The next day, he pried open the mouth of the strong man.
The strong man was nad Molde, a local thug. Yesterday, soone suddenly contacted him and promised a hundred thousand euros if he could kidnap the woman in the photo. They also sent him a picture and location of Bertha Swift, but they were cautious and left the deposit in a paper bag in a trash can, for Molde to retrieve himself.
Fortunately, Alex had extensive connections in F Nation and quickly tracked down surveillance near the trash can. Through the surveillance, he traced Molde’s contact.
And through this contact, they traced back to Z Nation.
When Adam Piers got the results, his face was grim, because Molde’s contact was none other than Oswald Lewis.
Since last ti, when he dealt with the Lewis family and drove them out of Swallow City, Oswald had been much quieter. He thought Oswald had gotten the ssage, not expecting him to plot from abroad out of fear of further retribution at ho.
Looking at the information, Adam Piers sneered. Did this man really think that just because he acted in F Nation, he couldn’t be found?
However, what puzzled Adam most was how the other party was so well-inford about Bertha Swift’s movents.
Unless soone had been tracking Bertha from the start, the most likely reason was soone close to her had leaked her information.
Last night, Adam had obtained all the information on Bertha’s trip. Besides a photographer and a makeup artist, there was just her roommate and assistant.
He had Ray Leighton investigate all these people’s information, even their movents over the past week, finally focusing on a familiar face.
When Bertha Swift woke up, she found Adam Piers leaning against the headboard, holding a pile of docunts. As soon as she moved, he imdiately put down what he was holding and looked at her.
Feeling the man’s worried gaze, Bertha, whose emotions had improved after a night’s rest, turned over and gently hugged Adam’s waist, “I’m okay.”
“Hungry? I’ll have the hotel send up so food.” Adam didn’t think Bertha was okay just yet; he had watched last night’s surveillance. If it were another woman, she might have lost her mind. Her ability to calmly retreat and quickly hide in the bedroom was impressive; otherwise, the consequences would have been dire.
Bertha shook her head but then nodded. She had little appetite but didn’t want Adam to worry about her.
Adam bowed and gently kissed Bertha’s forehead, “If you don’t want to eat, have a little. I’ve already spoken to Ray; you’re not returning to Milan for a few days. You’ll rest here.”
“But the fashion show…”
“It’s okay, you can see it next ti.” Bertha was worried that not fulfilling the magazine’s invitation would anger them, but Adam gently interrupted her.
The current situation was unclear; he wasn’t sure if there was a mole around Bertha and didn’t dare let her go back.
Nor was he willing.
But Bertha, after yesterday’s ordeal, felt uneasy staying in the hotel and suggested, “Maybe I should go back ho?”
“Are you scared? Don’t worry, I’ll stay with you these two days, and we’ll go back when you’re a bit calr.” After yesterday’s incident, Adam was even more afraid than Bertha and wouldn’t let her stay alone in the hotel.
Bertha keenly noticed Adam ntioned us going back, “You’re coming back with ? But what about your work here?”
“Wrapping it up these two days.” Adam wasn’t just reassuring Bertha; he was compressing a week’s worth of work into two days.
Bertha wasn’t naive; she knew Adam’s work couldn’t finish so quickly and looked up at him, “I’m really okay… I could stay a few days longer with you, so you can work in peace.”
“Silly girl.” Adam used to think Bertha was spoiled with a princess-like temper, but after being with her, he found she was more considerate than anyone else.
He gently scolded her but said nothing more.
But Bertha glanced at the docunts in his hand, a bit curious, “Are these… all my staff?”
Adam nodded.
Bertha imdiately thought of sothing, “Do you suspect my staff leaked my whereabouts?”
Adam murmured a confirmation but didn’t tell Bertha much, instead, he put away the docunts, “Breakfast should be here; let’s eat first, then we’ll move sowhere else.”
“Move to another hotel?” Bertha asked instinctively, but Adam shushed her and told her she’d know soon.
Bertha didn’t expect Adam to play coy with her at this mont but nodded. She indeed had a shadow over this hotel; she was fine as long as Adam was around. If he went out, she couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t feel anxious alone.
After a simple French breakfast, Adam packed their things and took Bertha out of the hotel.
The car drove about forty minutes before stopping outside a castle.
Seeing the grand and imposing architecture, Bertha couldn’t believe it and looked at Adam, “We’re staying here?”
“Don’t like it?” Adam saw the amazent in Bertha’s eyes and asked with a chuckle.
“But… but isn’t this a private castle? Are you friends with the castle owner?” Bertha knew that in F Nation, these luxurious castles, akin to antiques, were private properties of the royal nobility, and they rarely invited outsiders to stay, unless they were very close.
Bertha didn’t expect Adam to have such extravagant friends.
“Friends? Sothing like that.” Adam hadn’t expected Bertha to think this way but didn’t correct her, his smile deepening.
As Bertha marveled, their car slowly drove into the castle. Soon, a servant ca out to greet them. After getting out of the car, a blonde-haired, black suit vested butler welcod them in fluent French-accented English.
This scene made Bertha think of the romantic F Nation movies she had watched, and for a mont, she had the illusion of being in a movie.
Led by the butler, Bertha and Adam entered the dreamlike castle.
As soon as they stepped inside, Bertha was once again captivated by the elaborate Renaissance, exquisite neoclassical art, even with Baroque and Rococo details from the 18th century, the castle exuded an extraordinary romantic aura.
Moreover, the castle occupied an incredibly large expanse, which Bertha estimated was at least a hundred acres.
But until the butler led them to the room, set down their luggage, showed them around the castle, and finally seated them in the opulent dining room accommodating over a hundred, they still hadn’t seen the castle owner.
“Where’s your friend? Don’t they live here?” Bertha asked in a hushed tone after the butler politely left.
Seeing her curious deanor, which made her seem to have forgotten about yesterday’s events, Adam smiled, “They’re not here, but you’ve t the owner of the castle.”
“Have I seen them before?” Bertha Swift was surprised. She didn’t rember ever eting anyone from the F Nation’s royal family. She tried to recall all the people from F Nation she’d ever co across, but none seed like the owner of this castle. In the end, she looked at Adam Piers with a face full of confusion, “I haven’t seen them.”
“I say you’ve t them, so you have, and you even saw them once before coming to F Nation.” Adam continued being mysterious.
Bertha beca even more bewildered, quickly going over the people she t before going abroad, “Mary, Director Locke, Jingxin… Abigail and Master Brandon… Who else? Does collaborating brand representatives count? But none of them are from F Nation!”
“You ntioned soone just now,” Adam glanced at Bertha, smiling and reminding her.
Bertha widened her eyes and went over the people she ntioned earlier in her mind. Her eyes suddenly widened, “Do you an this castle… this castle belongs to Master Brandon? How is that possible! Is the Piers family this over the top?”
Adam shrugged, “It’s part of the Piers family’s assets.”
“This…” Bertha’s mouth was slightly agape. She knew the Piers were incredible, but she didn’t expect them to be this terrifying. And Adam said these assets belonged to the Piers family, doesn’t that an he has a share too?
Adam saw Bertha’s mouth wide enough to swallow an egg, reached out, and nudged her chin back, teasingly saying, “Stop making a fuss.”
Bertha quickly took a sip of soup to calm herself, sowhat annoyed with the man. How was she making a fuss? Anyone would freak out over this, wouldn’t they?
But now wasn’t the ti to argue with him. She couldn’t help but be curious, “If the Piers have such an amazing castle, why are you staying at a hotel?”
“The hotel is closer to the company, and this castle is too big. What’s the point of staying alone?” Adam reached out to touch Bertha’s head, “If you like it, we can spend so ti here every year. My brother and sister-in-law occasionally co by, too. It’ll be lively then.”
Bertha was getting along well with Abigail now, and Brandon didn’t seem to hold her past against her, so she cheerfully nodded.
Adam’s smile grew wider, “Although this place is beautiful, it’s sowhat too cold and solemn. When we return to the country, I’ll take you to Moon Lake Manor. It’s not just lively there; with a river and orchard, plus Teddy and the two old n, it’s the most fun.”
Bertha looked startled; she knew about Moon Lake Manor and heard from Abigail’s classmates who had barbecues at the manor that it felt like paradise.
It’s a place in Swallow City that can’t be bought with wealth or privilege.
But that wasn’t what left Bertha in shock. The reason was Adam saying he’d take her there, implying he’d introduce her to the Piers family elders.
Her heart couldn’t help but tighten. Though she always said she didn’t care about Milne Swift’s words, so things can be ignored, but so cannot be overlooked.
Like Milne Swift saying she’s just Adam Piers’ plaything, a woman who had terminated a pregnancy, making a dead child’s house unlucky, and that a dandy like Adam could never marry her.
At most, he hadn’t played enough before and wasn’t satisfied with just having fun again.
Yet this man said he’d take her to Moon Lake Manor, to et his grandfather.
“Hmm? Zoning out while being with , Bertha Swift, you sure are sothing!” Adam spoke up as he hadn’t received a response from her, tilting his head to see her staring blankly at him and grumbling.
“Huh? I wasn’t.” Bertha snapped out of it and quickly denied.
Adam let out a soft snort, “How co you can have a secret relationship with but not let my grandfather know or et you?”
“I wasn’t.” Bertha quickly waved her hands; she was just surprised. As soon as she spoke, her voice was a bit hoarse. How could she not want to et Adam’s grandfather? She just assud he wouldn’t introduce her.
“That’s good, but you better be prepared. The old man is quite naggy. Who knows how he’ll annoy you when you et him, so don’t let it get to you.” Adam thought of how the old man started urging him to marry ever since Brandon had his second child, and couldn’t help but rub his ear.
“How could that be? He’s your grandfather; if he nags, it’s surely for your sake.” Bertha had settled into being natural again, and because of her good mood, her face regained its usual radiance, making her seated in the French castle dining room so beautiful one couldn’t look away.
“You sure know how to excuse the old man; when it’s your turn, you’ll know how botherso it can be.” Though Adam said this, his smile never faded.
After lunch, Adam took Bertha for another stroll around the castle, even picking a bunch of roses the butler had carefully grown.
Holding a bunch of roses, the smile on Bertha’s face grew wider; Adam couldn’t resist taking a few photos of her. Every picture looked like a professional shot. Unable to control his urge to show off his girlfriend, and yet he had promised Bertha not to make their relationship public, he only posted a few partial shots or perspectives of Bertha holding the roses on his Facebook Circle.
And his caption was especially flirty, “Roses and Her.”
In just a few minutes, Adam’s Facebook Circle was inundated, but he was too occupied with Bertha to be interested in whether others were overwheld with the PDA.
However, happy tis are fleeting. After taking Bertha for a tour of the entire castle, Alex, who couldn’t find Adam, eventually called the butler.
Adam had no choice but to wake up from their leisure ti.
Bertha saw that Adam was genuinely busy. After he ended the call, she urged, “Go take care of your work; I’m fine here alone. I’ll wait for you to co back tonight.”
“Bertha…”
“It’s safe here, and I’m much better off. Don’t let delay your work; otherwise, I’ll head back to the country right away.” Although Bertha didn’t know the specifics of Adam’s work trip to F Nation, she could guess from his previous busyness that it was important, and she originally intended to surprise him, not beco a burden.
Adam t Bertha’s determined gaze and could only nod, his large hand ruffling Bertha’s hair, “If you feel bored, let Rodney Marcus take you for a spin nearby. You can go elsewhere too, but make sure to have bodyguards.”
Rodney Marcus is the na of the butler.
Bertha listened and nodded solemnly, “Alright.”
Actually, Bertha thought she could stay at this castle for a long ti simply because it’s so beautiful!
Adam was slightly relieved, asking the butler to arrange for a car before leaving the castle directly.
Watching Adam leave, a hint of reluctance surfaced in Bertha’s eyes, but she was quickly captivated by the castle’s scenery and couldn’t help recording a short video to send to the group chat with Mary Scott and Abigail.
Mary, just finished with filming, took a look at Adam’s PDA first with her phone, already overwheld by the sweetness before seeing Bertha’s video, imdiately responded, “Miss Swift, weren’t you supposed to have a secret relationship? Where’s the subtlety of a clandestine love affair in this rhythm, huh?”
Bertha looked puzzled. Was she being high-profile?
Soon, Abigail chid in, “You went to the castle with Adam? Did Rodney Marcus get upset over cutting that many roses?”
Bertha already knew the castle was owned by the Piers family. It wasn’t surprising Abigail recognized the castle from the video, but how did she know Bertha had plundered the butler’s roses?
Just as she was staring at the screen full of questions, she noticed soone had tagged her in the Facebook Circle. Curious, she clicked to see, and imdiately blushed, “Roses and Her…”
This man is truly flirty!
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