Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Chapter 52

As expected by Arielle, when the car pulled up at the manor, Cindy did not follow them into the house. Instead, she beckoned for Alfred. “Something has cropped up at the office, but Rick’s too drunk, so I’ll go on his behalf. Take good care of him for me.”

“Yes, Mrs. Southall,” Alfred replied before helping Henrick into the house.

Seeing Cindy hurriedly make her way down the hill only made Arielle more suspicious than ever. Without hesitation, she pretended to have received a call and answered her phone. “What? Do I have to get the schedule now? Fine, I don’t have a choice, do 1? I’ll make my way to Nightshire Group now.”

Arielle then pretended to frown in annoyance and turned toward Alfred. “I have to make a trip to Nightshire Group now. Fill be home later.”

“It’s late, Ms. Arielle. Why don’t you take one of the family cars?”

Anelle rejected the offer with a wave of her hand. “It’s all right. The company’s sending a car over, and I can’t turn them down.”

“Okay then, please keep yourself safe. If you need a car to pick you up, let me know, and I’ll send one

Arielle smiled gratefully at Alfred’s thoughtfulness “Thank you, Alfred. I’ll make my way down the hill

now.”

“Very well, Ms. Anlelle. Be careful on your way.”

Shandie, who had been watching from the side, rolled her eyes in exasperation, “What’s the big deal?” she muttered angrily “it’s just a brand ambassadorship contract with Soir Coffee, Talking so loudly on the phone as if she wants the whole world to know that she’s working with Nightshire Group. What a prude!

as his

what Alfred had observed of them, Shandie came across as bold and brash, despite having

country bumpkin. However, she

one grew up in was secondary. What determined the kind of person one would become

distance from Cindy as she quietly tailed her. Before long, they had come to

saw Cindy walk into one of the villas in the

high alert the entire time, darting her eyes around even as she

behind a hedge

could spot her

was only after the door closed that Arielle could sigh in relief and come

immediately texted it to Ashley: Help me check who owns this

soon as Anielle sent the text, a big hand suddenly landed on

the arm and flipped

voice rang out. “Please, don’t

me…”

man wore a flattop and reeked of alcohol. Arielle

trying to hit

Arielle realized that this drunkard had on very nice

reluctantly loosened her grip after a