Chapter 368
Crystal had gone up to the hill to plant some seedlings. Once she got there, she started transplanting all the nurtured herbs. She was swamped with tasks, and they were barely able to catch a sight of her.
At the moment, Miranda received a call.
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Miranda Hawk? This is…”
A moment later, Miranda hung up, frowning.
It was them. Marion had already mentioned something about it, but she really didn’t want anything to do with those people.
Yet here they were, reaching out themselves.
Early in the next morning, Miranda got a call from Carter.
“Miranda, what have you been up to these past couple of days? Why haven’t you come out to hang?”
Miranda sighed, “Carter, do you think I have as much free time as you?”
Carter sounded a bit hurt. “I thought you didn’t want to hang out with me anymore. You haven’t reached out at all these past few days.”
Miranda felt speechless. Carter continued, “I know you’ve been hanging out with Hugo and the others without
me.”
Miranda got into her car and started the engine. “When did I do that?”
Carter whined, “I saw it on their Facebook. He called you the soft–hearted deity.”
Miranda was silent. What nonsense.
“I don’t care. You’ve been hanging out with them behind my back and not with me. You’re playing favorites,” Carter protested, sounding as if he was deeply wronged.
He had been sending her messages these past few days too. But she couldn’t be bothered to respond.
They were just pointless pictures or random exclamations. What a weirdo.
“You need to make it up to me. Hang out with me more,” Carter demanded directly.
Miranda said nothing.
“Were you born and left your brain behind?” she couldn’t help but snap.
Carter seemed confused by what she said. “Huh?”
Miranda sighed, “If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”
“Wait! I have something to say, it’s important! I think my uncle’s keeping a lover!”
Miranda hung up immediately and set her phone to Do Not Disturb mode.
Though she didn’t dislike Carter–in fact, after hanging out with him a couple of times, she found him somewhat endearing–she couldn’t just let him cling to her like a child.
Still, in the chat group she shared with Hugo and the others, she learned that Carter had become quite friendly with them too. He seemed to get along pretty well.
Honestly, he was quite the social butterfly, a drastic kind.
She drove to a high–end restaurant. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she spotted a familiar figure. That silver–haired, eccentric teen was none other than Carter. His face lit up with joy when he saw Miranda.
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“Miranda!”
Miranda was equally surprised. Could Carter have put a tracker on her? How did he always manage to bump into her?
Before she could ask, Carter grabbed her and pulled her to the side.
Seeing Carter’s earnest and urgent expression, Miranda didn’t resist. He led her to a booth and sat down, using the menu to obscure their faces.
There was a sparse green plant wall in front of the booth, and through it, Miranda could clearly see the table nearby. A middle–aged man in a suit, with a pen clipped to his chest pocket and sharp features, was sitting there.
The man seemed to be waiting for someone, occasionally glancing toward the entrance.
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