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!

his eyes

as bold and brash, despite having had a comfortable and

the other hand, was said to be a country bumpkin. However, she had grace and manners that could rival

clear to see that the environment one grew up in was secondary. What determined the kind of person one would become were the inherent

ample distance from Cindy as she quietly tailed her. Before long, they had come to a neighborhood outside their

Cindy walk into one of the

around even as she

behind

could spot her

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

and immediately texted it to

soon as Anielle sent the text, a big hand suddenly

immediately grabbed the arm and flipped the

voice rang out. “Please,

me…”

of alcohol. Arielle scrunched up her

trying

upon closer inspection, Arielle realized that this drunkard

reluctantly loosened her grip