Chapter 3
“Remember, this is the last time you will cry for Samuel.
“From now on, you will start anew.”
Meanwhile, at the York Old Manor.
Samuel walked in with Celia.
“Sam, I think I saw Elizabeth just now,” said Celia, her voice melodious. Her youthful face broke into a charming smile, revealing two faint dimples.
Mention of Elizabeth’s name instantly changed Samuel’s expression to a colder one. His tone was indifferent.
“That’s normal.”
Celia’s smile froze for a moment, then she forced a laugh. “Yes, after all, she is the Yorks‘ adopted daughter, your grandfather’s favorite.”
A surge of anger flashed in Samuel’s eyes, but Celia wasn’t scared. This was his hatred for Elizabeth
He and Elizabeth were divorced now, and soon Celia would be Mrs. York.
The Yorks‘ maids appeared, respectfully greeting, “Mr. York, Miss Dodson.”
Celia nodded politely.
“Mr. York, Old Mr. York would like to see you in the study first.”
Samuel glanced at Celia next to him. “Wait for me here.”
“Miss Dodson, please follow me. Madam has been waiting for you.”
“Thank you.”
Celia offered a polite smile, leaving a positive impression.
It was no wonder Samuel liked this Celia. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also so polite to the maids, unlike that wild girl Elizabeth.
As Samuel walked through the backyard corridor, a call from his friend Nelson Edwards came in. Nelson exclaimed, as if he’d discovered a new continent. “Sam, guess who I just saw at the airport?”
“Who?”
“Your wife.”
The use of that address almost made Samuel crush his phone. His voice was icy. “Nelson, mind your words!”
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“Cough! I saw Elizabeth. She was alone with her suitcase. It looks like she was about to travel a long distance. I had someone check, and she bought a ticket to France. Sam, are you guys really
“Poor thing, poor thing. Elizabeth has been fostered by the Yorks since childhood, never leaving their grand estate. As soon as she became an adult, Grandpa Tomas married her off to you. How is she going to live in France?”
“Why don’t you go with her?”
Nelson could feel Samuel’s fury through the phone, so he wisely shut his mouth.
Samuel hung up the phone. He didn’t want to know anything about Elizabeth. The woman could get as far away. from him as possible!
The one–month deadline he had given her had arrived. At least, she had the sense to know that!
In the old–fashioned study, Tomas was reading at his desk Samuel didn’t want to disturb Tomas, so he waited quietly
nearby.
After reading the last page, Tomas waved Samuel over. “Sam, come sit.”
“Grandpa.”
In this family, the person Samuel respected the most was Tomas.
“Liz said she’s going abroad for further studies. Have you two had another fight?”
“That’s her own choice.”
Tomas sighed softly. “Sam, you’ll regret it.”
Regret?
Samuel wanted nothing more than to kill Elizabeth. How could he possibly regret it?
He would never regret it.
He couldn’t believe that Elizabeth had really left. He hoped that this time Elizabeth wouldn’t lie to him, or else she would be dead.
“You always say that I never gave you a choice. This time, I’m giving you one.”
A glimmer of hope flashed in Samuel’s dark eyes.
Four years later, at Los Angeles International Airport.
Elizabeth was intercepted by two men in black as soon as she stepped off the plane. “Miss Jones, Mr. York is waiting for you in the car.”
Elizabeth adjusted her sunglasses, her mouth curling into a sardonic smile as she dragged her suitcase.
Samuel, still using these tactics on her after four years!
Realizing there was no escape, Elizabeth responded in a cold tone. “No need to escort me. I’ll just walk with you.”
Gone was the servility of four years ago, replaced by a newfound icy pride.
She recognized the two men. They were Samuel’s personal bodyguards.
After what felt like endless twists and turns, the car finally stopped in a secluded underground parking lot. Elizabeth was forced to exit the car. Before she could utter a word, she was shoved into Samuel’s vehicle by the two
men.
“Elizabeth, remember your place.” Samuel’s voice was chilling in the dim light.
Following his voice, she caught sight of Samuel in the back seat. The light was too dim to see his face clearly, but she could feel his hawk–like gaze piercing through her. Four years had passed, yet Samuel’s hostility and indifference hadn’t changed.
His voice gave it away to Elizabeth, especially when he spat her name out. It was as if Samuel was grinding his teeth.
“Behave yourself at Grandpa’s birthday banquet tonight. Leave immediately after offering your congratulations!” Elizabeth didn’t have the chance to say anything. Once Samuel finished speaking, she was forcibly dragged out of the car by the two men in black
Then, a gust of wind blew by as two cars sped past her…
Only then did Elizabeth realize where she was. It was a desolate, pitch–black place, surrounded by a few private cars, eerie and frightening.
Inwardly, she cursed, “D*mn Samuel, not a shred of gentlemanly demeanor. How am I supposed to get out of this place? Why did he have to drag me to such a secluded place just to talk? Is he ashamed or what?”
Elizabeth removed her sunglasses as she dragged her suitcase, her vision clearing up. It took all her strength to get out of the d*mned underground parking lot
Once she was back in daylight, she put on her sunglasses and hailed a cab.
Just as she got in, a call came in from her son.
“Elizabeth, your plane landed an hour ago. When were you planning to call and let me know you’re safe?” Benson Jones’s childish voice carried a hint of reproach. “Or did you forget about your sweetheart as soon as you landed in Los Angeles?”
Elizabeth licked her lips awkwardly, softening her voice. “Hehe, I just… I just got lost. I was about to call you.”
“Please, Elizabeth, you always use that excuse. It’s getting old!”
Elizabeth was speechless.
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She murmured inwardly. “So, Benson, you’re really going to keep holding this against me?
oday marked Tomas‘ 80th birthday, and the entire York family had gathered to celebrate.
By 5:00 p.m., guests began to arrive at the York Old Manor.
Tomas was dressed festively today, standing in a red suit that suggested a taste of tradition. Although he was already
80, he still exuded vitality. It was easy to imagine him as a handsome man in his youth.
