Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 315 - 314 is a murder weapon, pull him off the pedestal (2 more updates)

Chapter 315: 314 is a murder weapon, pull him off the pedestal (2 more updates)

The girl stared intently at Finn Hale’s phone, biting her lip in secret, as the number clearly wasn’t his.

But for someone like Finn Hale, it wasn’t strange to have multiple phones.

She still wore a smile, "Are you here to deliver something?"

"Yep."

"You..."

"As a younger person asking a favor, it’s hard for an elder to refuse."

The girl smiled.

That statement was ridiculous.

You’d probably refuse your own father, yet feel embarrassed to refuse a younger person, Miss Lopez, who’s probably been bullied by you at home.

Who can truly command you?

"Let’s go, aren’t you supposed to treat me to dinner?" Finn Hale stared at her intently.

She smiled bitterly.

As expected,

what was coming couldn’t be avoided.

"I think..." She searched for the right words, wanting to find an excuse to decline, but couldn’t think of any. The next second, her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by him.

He had grasped it.

She had been entangled with the car owner for over ten minutes, surrounded by cold winds that stripped away any warmth she had, and she, naturally sensitive to cold, already had icy hands and feet. The sudden warmth around her wrist made her heart pound.

His palm...

Like a day from the past.

So hot it made her scalp tighten.

In the cold night with dim light, she bit her lip, struggling to maintain control.

"You? What is this..."

"Afraid you’d run away."

"..."

Her cheeks heated up with his words, "I won’t run, let go first."

He was strong, holding her wrist with a grip that was just firm enough not to hurt her.

But she couldn’t escape.

"You little trickster, you’re not trustworthy. It’s safer to hold onto you," Finn said, pulling her towards a nearby restaurant. Their good looks made many people glance at them, assuming they were a couple in a quarrel.

She struggled hard, "I really won’t run."

His hand was too warm,

making her heart flutter.

The next second, his grip loosened, and she breathed a little easier, thinking she could finally catch her breath.

But unexpectedly, his fingers moved down, gripping her hand directly.

Her hand...

Too cold!

The chilly wind made her entire body cold, but her heart was racing so fast, shaking violently, blood seeming to surge through her, as she stealthily observed the person next to her.

In this intense nervousness, the surrounding noises seemed to be muted, allowing him to clearly hear his heart pounding like a drum.

The flush on her face deepened layer by layer.

Yet, the man showed no change of expression, his face devoid of any unnecessary emotions.

Finn Hale was still the same:

Focused on efficiency, so rational he was almost devoid of compassion.

It seemed nothing could affect his mood.

They say Mr. Hale is cold and fearsome, but that’s just what’s obvious on the surface; although Finn Hale seems easy to talk to, with a cold, pale complexion, pristine as snow, he is actually colder than snow.

They say, given enough time, even a stone can be warmed.

But what about a piece of ice?

Such a man...

Is like a flower on a high cliff, suitable for distant admiration; if one truly fell in love or married him, it would likely be very tiring.

And just then, Finn Hale’s phone rang, and he finally let go of her hand.

"Uncle, have you seen Miss Lopez?" Zoe Bell called to inquire about the situation.

"I have."

"Did you give her the stuff?"

"Not yet, she said she wants to treat me to dinner."

Zoe Bell paused for a few seconds, though didn’t ask further, she couldn’t help but feel suspicious; her uncle rarely socialized, and even if someone invited him, he typically refused. It was strange today.

Could it be because Miss Lopez is pretty? Couldn’t bear to refuse?

That face...

Truly a deadly weapon!

Even uncle could be taken down by it.

——

Finn Hale was on the phone, but his gaze never left the other person in the room, who squirmed uncomfortably. The heating was on, yet she hadn’t even taken off her coat yet.

After he hung up the phone, he finally asked, "Aren’t you hot?"

"Not hot!"

But five or six minutes later, she was proven wrong and, feeling embarrassed, took off her wool overcoat. She was wearing a tight, light-colored base shirt underneath.

His steady gaze, watching her...

Her heart raced.

"When was the last time you saw me and ran away?"

"Last time? Are you talking about years ago?"

Finn Hale chuckled lowly:

Playing dumb!

He didn’t expose her, his eyes seemed to say,

Keep making it up, keep going!

During the meal, Finn Hale stayed silent, but near the end, he said, "After we finish, I’ll take you home."

"No need, I have a car."

"I didn’t drive, you take me."

"..."

"By waiting an extra ten minutes to give you a ride today, you should know my time is very precious."

Indeed, she couldn’t outplay him!

He was a cunning fox.

Weighing her options, she let Finn Hale take her to her place. Going to his house would be like walking into a lion’s den, unpredictable things could happen. At her own place, at least, it was her territory.

What did it matter? She had wronged him years ago. If he brought up the past, she would be finished.

Or maybe...

Years had passed, maybe he had forgotten everything?

Finn Hale accompanied her to her apartment door, silently noting the address, and even followed her into the elevator.

"I’m really home," she said, pointing to a door.

Finn Hale glanced at the door number, his eyes shifting downward...

Beside the shoe rack by the door, there were her shoes and a pair of men’s leather shoes and sports shoes, clearly worn.

His breathing deepened slightly.

She...

Actually had a boyfriend now?

"Mr. Hale, goodbye."

She turned and walked away, while Finn Hale just said, "Sussie Lopez..."

His voice suddenly cold and desolate, echoing in the empty hallway, made Sussie Lopez pause and turn back to look at him.

"Next time you see me, don’t run."

She nodded politely and said, "Good night."

With the door closing behind her, separating them, Sussie Lopez finally breathed a sigh of relief. Finn Hale, though, almost wished he could throw away the two pairs of men’s shoes at her door.

**

Old House of Hale Family

William Hale couldn’t sleep and, unusually, was watching financial news in the front hall. His wife being away left him little desire to go back to his room, but he didn’t expect that upon his nephew’s return, his face would be even more sullen.

"Didn’t see the person you wanted to?" William Hale was blunt.

"You’re too nosy."

William Hale chuckled lowly, so he had seen her.

Just that things didn’t go well.

Finn Hale remained silent, and seeing his bad mood, William Hale took the initiative, "Join me for a drink?"

He was curious about his nephew’s relationship with that girl and wanted to get him drunk to coax some information, but even inebriated, Finn Hale let slip nothing.

Stubborn to the core!

With a mouth like that, how was he to chase a wife?

It was actually from Zoe Bell that he found out the girl was named Sussie Lopez.

[Youth should strive to rise, grasping stars and embracing the moon to chase the sunlight.]

That was a fine name.

Sussie Lopez had already lit incense at home. The whole Circle of Capital City knew that Zoe Bell was Mrs. Hale, and although she hadn’t planned on ordering scents from her place, nowhere else had them.

Besides, Finn Hale was elusive, many people wanted to pinpoint his whereabouts and failed.

Why did she have to run into him?

Such a cursed fate.

She slapped her face lightly. Finn Hale was like a flower on a high cliff, on par with Tim Payne as recognized tycoons in the circle, those enshrined figures.

A god-like presence everyone looked up to.

Blaming herself for her youthful ignorance back then, she thought about pulling him from his pedestal.

In the end, she only caused...

Had Finn Hale actually forgotten about that incident, or not? In the shadows, was he plotting how to deal with her?