Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1250: Who Are You to Ask Who I’m Looking For?

Chapter 1250: Chapter 1250: Who Are You to Ask Who I’m Looking For?

Still, her voice was so loud that she scratched a bloody mark on the back of his hand.

She must be handled with kid gloves.

Who could stand her temperament in the future?

"If you’re curious, I’ll bring my boyfriend to see you in prison, then you will know who dares to want me," Lilac Serval said indifferently with a cold smile and a roll of her eyes.

After that, she left the office with her bag.

All that remained was a faint scent of her perfume, her temper was even bigger than the wind outside.

Charles Mcintosh hung his head and helplessly glanced at the messy desk.

There was unfinished food on the table, but he had no desire to continue eating.

Lilac Serval walked away in her high heels.

When she got to the elevator, she happened to run into Joan Harry.

Lilac Serval didn’t recognize Joan Harry, but she had keen eyesight and felt that Joan resembled Yacob Harry somewhat, so she guessed she might be Joan Harry.

Joan Harry didn’t recognize Lilac Serval either. Seeing that she didn’t have a work badge and had come down from the president’s office, she was a bit curious.

"Are you here to see the president?" Joan Harry asked quietly, holding a file in the elevator.

Lilac Serval crossed her arms, too lazy to even lift her eyelids, "Who I’m here to see is none of your business."

Joan Harry was suddenly at a loss for words.

She had always been a well-behaved girl and had never been talked back to by a stranger.

Joan Harry’s face darkened, and she pursed her lips, choosing not to provoke this woman any further.

Lilac Serval accidentally glanced at the name on her folder, oh, it was indeed Joan Harry.

She always made clear distinctions between gratitude and grudges, naturally showing Joan Harry no courtesy.

In the elevator, she didn’t make way for Joan Harry and walked straight out.

Joan Harry had never encountered such a woman before and frowned.

How could the Cheney Family let just anyone in?

Lilac Serval didn’t care about others’ stares, always doing as she pleased, and she cared even less about Joan Harry.

However, having seen her today, Joan was quite beautiful, with a youthful beauty unique to young girls, sweet with a hint of freshness, completely different from her own style.

The daughters of wealthy families really were different, seemingly delicate at a glance.

The rain continued outside, and Lilac Serval hailed a taxi in front of the building, heading back to the Cheney Residence.

The rain poured down, shrouding the Landon air in a misty haze, making the weather both wet and cold.

Splashes of water flowers rose from the ground, transparent and chilled, converging into streams.

Lilac Serval went to the Cheney Residence to fetch a coat, worried Sylvan Cheney might catch a cold in the interrogation room.

Though she couldn’t visit him, it was good to show some concern.

Butler Santana mentioned that Sylvan’s health hadn’t been great this year, often coughing because of smoking and drinking heavily. Moreover, with his mood not being good, he looked much emaciated.

Butler Santana had been by Sylvan’s side for several years and knew his lifestyle habits well.

She hadn’t seen Sylvan like this before.

In London, although he also smoked and drank over those three years, it hadn’t been as bad as this year.

However, no one’s advice was helpful, and Butler Santana didn’t dare to say too much.

If Butler Santana couldn’t persuade him, Charles Mcintosh obviously couldn’t either.

Lilac Serval knew she had even less chance to persuade him.

The only person who could, was still abroad, unaware of everything.

Lilac Serval fetched a coat from the Cheney Residence and prepared to head out again, despite the harsh weather today, with temperatures expected to drop tomorrow, and the forecast not looking good for the coming days.

She wasn’t quite adjusted to Landon, but this time, she wouldn’t leave easily.