?Chapter 142:


    Tracy stared at him with teary eyes and said, “It’s already thundering, and the news says there will be a storm tonight.”


    Brian’s expression remained firm as he repeated with unwavering resolve, “No matter how bad the weather is, I will be there.”


    Tracy’s lips quivered hard.


    She wanted to say something, but nothing came out.


    Because of the bad weather, his jet couldn’t fly, so he asked Ronald to drive him instead.


    Unfortunately, a storm hit them hard on the way. The heavy rain made it difficult to see the road.


    Halfway through, Ronald asked, “Mr. White, should we keep going?”


    “Keep driving,” Brian answered without hesitation.


    Since Brian said he woulde for her, Rachel waited the whole evening.


    As the hours passed, there was still no sign of him.


    By ten o’clock, she finally decided to take a shower, hoping that by the time she was done, he would have arrived.


    At eleven, Brian finally called. Rachel’s heart jumped as she quickly answered, “Did you reach?”


    “Go to bed. No need to wait for me.” His words crushed her hopes.


    “Is something stopping you froming?” she asked.


    “Yes,” he kept it brief, knowing that if he told her when he’d arrive, she might stay up all night waiting. “Rest up and sleep early.”


    “Alright.”


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    After ending the call, Rachel couldn’t help but feel let down.


    When she got hurt, Yvonne told her she had called Brian, but he was too busy toe.


    This time was no different. He was held up again.


    Even though she knew he really had work, she still felt disappointed.


    Yvonne got home, knowing well that she had messed up.


    So, she stayed inside the whole day and didn’t go out at all.


    Her breakfast and lunch were brought to her room.


    Dinner was the same.


    “Your food is ready, please eat.”


    But the voice that spoke wasn’t one she recognized.


    Yvonne looked up and saw someone she didn’t know. “Who are you? Why are you here? Where’s Jorge?”


    The woman held the food carefully and said, “I don’t know Jorge. I just started working here today.”


    She was new here?


    Yvonne understood right away.


    She hurried through the vi and soon heard soft crying from the servants’ rooms.


    Inside, a few servants sat together, quietly wiping their tears.


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