Chapter 1492


    Arabe shot back with a grin, [Maybe I should give you the runaround as well, eh?]


    [Oh no, no, no. You know how patient I am, kiddo. Even for my own birthday bash, I take things slow


    and steady.]


    Arabe chuckled, [Haven''t left the house yet?]


    [Any minute now.]


    [Drive safe.]


    Those words from Arabe made Charles'' day. He couldn''t help but snap a screenshot and share it


    with his buddies in their group chat.


    [Just look at the angel, so thoughtful. She''s all grown up now, and cares for me!]


    He added a smug emoji for good measure.


    Grandpa Eugene, [I texted her and didn''t even get a single exmation mark in reply! Is that


    screenshot from ages ago, or what?]


    Beck chimed in, [Must be my lousy inte here. Still waiting on that sweet message from her.]


    Nelson quipped, [Just drove through a tunnel, bad reception, you know?]


    Jarvis, [You two are fooling yourselves. Messages going out but noneing in? Who you trying to


    kid? Wake up, the girl didn''t text you.]


    Beck, [@Tanner, sounds like she''s texting you though.]


    To prove Arabe''s message was fresh, Charles posted a new screenshot with the timestamp.


    That stirred things up among the elders.


    Grandpa Eugene, [She''s ying favorites!]


    Beck, [She''s so biased!]


    Nelson, [Why does Charles get a message and not me? @Be]


    Jarvis, [@Be, did Charles coerce you? Is he right there, holding your phone, pretending to be you?]


    Poor Eugene felt the most dejected.


    He stared at the chat, hoping for a reply from Arabe. When he finally got one, he almost jumped for


    joy.


    [Grandpa, I''m here.]


    He quickly took a screenshot and bragged to the group, [Just got this from her. She''s here now, see?


    You can tell who''s the most important to her!]


    Arabe saw the group getting rowdy again and was about to tell them to calm down when someone


    bumped her arm, reaching for some grub.


    Lindsay grabbed herself a cupcake and said to a friend, "Some folks have no shame, like that actress


    all over the tabloids, always the one chasing after other people’s husband. Heard all three of her affairs


    were with guys who are married."


    Madeline was there too, tagging along with her grandpa to get a taste of high society. She nodded in


    agreement with Lindsay, "Some are proud to be a home wrecker, unting it in the wife''s face, so


    arrogant."


    "People think they''re so charming, totally oblivious to how revolting their actions are. That wife was a


    realdy from a noble family, a perfect match for marriage, not like some broke interloper," Lindsay


    sneered, and as she walked away with her cupcake, she bumped Arabe on purpose.


    "Stop."


    Arabe wasn''t going to let that slide.


    "Easy to judge others, huh? And what about you, doing it on purpose?" Arabe''s cold gaze bore into


    Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    Lindsay, her narrowed eyes glinting with icy resolve, "I don''t believe we''ve met."