Obsessed CEO Throws Himself at Me

Chapter 702

Soon, Wendy arrived at the Southall residence.

Cindy was still locked up in her room, while Malorie’s ashes were still in the backyard. Although she was already cremated, the funeral was still three days away.

For the past two days, Henrick had been looking for someone to take over the company and wanted to sell his shares and assets at the best price possible. He did not need to leave the house to do all that, so Wendy found him as soon as she arrived.

“Mr. Southall, my name is Wendy Greene. My family is the founder of Greene Corporation in Horington, of which my father is the chairman.”

Once he heard Wendy’s self-introduction, a pleasant smile spread across Henrick’s face, and he enthusiastically asked the housekeeper to pour her a cup of tea. “Did your father send you because he’s interested in buying my shares?”

“Your shares?” Wendy shook her head as she explained, “No, I’m here because of something else. It’s Arielle. I’m her classmate, as well as her best friend.”

Henrick’s face clouded over the moment he heard Arielle’s name, and he almost wanted to shoo Wendy out of his house.

on second thought, he remembered he had yet to get back the shares he gave Arielle before this. Thus, he could only force suppress his irritation and asked, “What’s up with

and showed him the photo. “This girl looks a lot like Arielle, and she didn’t come to school today as well. I was just worried that she might have done something silly and came over the moment I saw this post. As you know, Mr. Southall, my family is largely based in Horington. We don’t have many connections

only the back of the girl who was held in the man’s arms, but he thought she indeed looked eighty percent similar

that Wendy just mentioned that Arielle did not turn up in school on that day, Henrick was

with fury, “This girl has no sense of shame at all! How dare she do all this shameless stuff and continue to embarrass me! And now, she’s

him, “Mr. Southall, now’s not the time to be angry. Arielle isn’t in any way that kind of girl. Maybe Mr. Baxter… Why don’t you go and have a look, Mr.

case?”

could not care less about whatever disaster struck Arielle. However, he

sees this, then I might get embroiled in this mess as

 it, the more panicked he became. Finally, he slammed his hand on the table and asked, “Which hotel is she

Wendy wanted to hear. Without further ado, she led him straight to