Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 398

Chapter 398

Five years later, in Bartham, Calder.

spacious backseat sat a woman

Ablack Mercedes was speeding along the highway from the airport to the city center, and in its spac accompanied by a young boy who was approximate y four or five years old.

The woman sported a pixie cut and was dressed in a Chanel suil. Her impeccable makeup and attire exuded an aura of elegance and professionalism.

There was a laptop on her lap. Even while traveling at high speed, she seemed engrossed in her unfinished work.

The young boy next to her was dressed in a preppy style. He wore a white shirt a red bow tie, plaid shorts with suspenders, and a pair of shiny black shoes. The little boy was every inch a young gentleman,

With his nose pressed against the car window, his eyes were wide open as he stared without blinking at the passing scenery.

“Mommy, is this your hometown?” the boy curiously inquired. His voice was as clear as the ingle of silver bells.

Larissa tore her eyes away from the complex reports on her computer screen and revealed a faint smile. Gently, she answered. Yes.”

exclaimed. “The sky looks much more beautiful than Westonia

with a master’s degree. It was a famous metropolis filled with towering

the window, but her gaze was indiferent.

years of traveling around, she never

time, her only hope was that she wouldn’t get involved with those

they arrived at the accommodation arranged by her company in just one hour as

laptop and opened the car door.

got cut, she

This apartment-

a surge of panic swept

astonishment, this place turned out

once lived

a tiny nand teathed out and grasped Larissa’s, causing her

The boy’s eyes

smile. She shook her head, saying, “It’s nothing,

they were staying in was a distance away from the one they had lived in belote.

paths would be significantly low. Larissa felt a sense of rellel wash over her at that

had been delivered to

only brought

held the little boy in her other

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