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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Chapter 4 The Beautiful Man On The Plane
Ten hours later, the plane landed in Beloris, the capital of Zerivia.
Gary Quinn, who had come to pick up Melanie and Angie, was waiting for them at the airport.
Melanie saw the low-key old Audi behind Gary from a distance and smiled with satisfaction.
It was not until Melanie got into the back seat of the car that she realized that her eyesight had recovered so quickly.
Angie also noticed it. She held Melanie’s face and stared into her eyes, saying, “Melanie, you can see now! This time, you recover so quickly…”
Melanie was stunned and said, “It seems to be faster than usual.”
“Melanie, is it because you have come back to the old place?” Angie asked.
As Angie spoke, her joy suddenly froze on her face. After a while, she smiled embarrassedly. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
“I’m sorry, Melanie. I…”
“It’s okay. Since we are back, I have to face those people and things,” Melanie said.
As she spoke, she looked out of the car window at the familiar and strange Beloris.
Finally, Melanie came back to Zerivia again!
Suddenly, Melanie noticed something.
In the exterior rearview mirror, Melanie saw a row of black luxury cars that were following closely.
Melanie frowned.
“Gary, turn right and make a detour…” said Melanie.
Gary glanced at the rearview mirror and immediately said, “Okay, Ms. Robertson.”
The car turned right and merged into the traffic, but soon the row of black luxury cars followed.
This time they didn’t even try to hide.
A dozen cars followed Melanie’s car unabashedly.
It seemed that Melanie was some distinguished guest.
“Who are they? How dare they follow us! Gary, stop the car. See how I am gonna deal with them!” Angie said.
As Angie spoke, she was about to jump out of the car and teach the people in the cars a lesson.
“Don’t bother,” Melanie said.
She frowned and stopped Angie.
“I don’t think there is any malicious intention since they follow us so openly,” said Melanie.
Hearing this, Angie suddenly realized something.
“No malice? Melanie, could it be the handsome guy on the plane? No, I have to go down and take a look then…” Angie said.
“Angie!”
Melanie shook her head helplessly.
“Gary, get rid of them,” Melanie ordered.
“OK,” Gary replied.
Then he seized the opportunity and quickly swerved into an intersection.
The shrill sound of whistles filled the air behind the car. Melanie glanced back and, seeing no sign of an accident, couldn’t help but chuckle, remarking, “Gary is as predictable as ever!”
“Just a little trick. I’m flattered,” Gary said.
Although his words were humble, his face was full of complacency.
“Well, you should have let me drive just now. I would have left them far behind,” said Angie.
Angie slumped in the back seat with a courageous look on her face.
“Ms. Thomas, Mr. Thomas said that you had made a promise before you left home this time. Aren’t you afraid of making trouble here and being locked up on the island again?” Gary teased Angie.
Hearing this, Angie suddenly became serious.
“Gary, can you not mention my father?”
“Oh! I see.” Gary shook his head and laughed helplessly.
The atmosphere inside the car was good, but as the car drove past the cemeteries, an inexplicable sadness overwhelmed the people.
All three of them stopped talking.
“Gary, stop the car!” Melanie said.
Seventeen years ago, when Melanie was eight years old, Sherry, who had been tortured by illness, left the world forever.
After Sherry died, she was buried in this cemetery.
At this time, Melanie stood in front of the tomb and seemed to see herself with tears on her face seventeen years ago.
That year, little Melanie struggled immensely.
She held her mother’s little urn tightly in her arms.
Now Melanie could only look at the old photo on the tombstone in the cemetery and reminisced about her mother.
Melanie sighed, tears rolling down her face.
The three worshiped Sherry and looked at each other silently.
Everyone had the same sad memory on their minds.
“Mom, I will find out the truth. I will punish whoever did this to you. I won’t let them go!” Melanie said.
Then Melanie bowed her head for a long time.
Her tears wet the black brick floor in front of her feet, a silent testament to her unwavering resolve.
At the same time, in the courtyard of the Lambert Manor, the atmosphere was also heavy.