2025.11.23
The black car drove toward the Snow family’s fief, tailed by two cars. Wayne ignored them. It was better that they followed since catching the culprits red-handed with the physical evidence would prevent others from claiming that he framed them, undermining his reputation.
The car slowly left the city on the slightly bumpy road. Using that as an excuse, he leaned toward Veronica, infuriating her so much that she ground her teeth together. But she endured and didn’t say anything.
Silently, she commended herself for foreseeing this scenario. If not for her forward thinking, Vera would’ve been sitting on Wayne’s lap already. How shameless!
Ten minutes later, the car pulled over before a church. Under Veronica’s urging, Wayne opened the car door at his own pace and took a map out to study it.
The city of Fawst wasn’t that large, nothing compared to the massive Londan. Thus, the Snow family’s fief wasn’t far from the city center, now turned into an industrial zone.
Music was important to the locals, as well as alcohol. Almost every street had at least a bar. In this particular fief, for example, the church was located on the bar street. Even the pastors standing at the door seemed wasted.
“We meet again, Sir Wayne.”
From one of the stalking cars, Marion emerged and came up to them with a smile. She earnestly talked to Mona about arranging Wayne’s schedule. She wasn’t asking for much, but just an hour of his time. Her commitment was clear in her humble attitude.
Veronica glared. She hated Marion’s clothes and her busty figure. She hated everything about the woman. Scowling, she said, “I’m Wayne’s—”
“Wayne’s...?” the man in question asked curiously.
“Nothing.” Veronica stopped herself, going further down the path of the second female lead who failed to get the man.
Marion never even considered Veronica a threat. She was clearly an inexperienced student who didn’t know anything but be vanilla, believing in the kind of pure love that did not exist. Sir Wayne would’ve tired of girls like her quickly.