Chapter 18: A Tense Confrontation in the Car
After walking out of the mansion, I glanced down at the list of servants, maids, and family members of the Parker family. "This is quite useful," I muttered, scanning through the names.
Just as I was about to move forward, a sleek black car pulled up in front of me, stopping abruptly. The tinted window rolled down, revealing none other than Abigail Bardot, dressed in a sharp formal suit.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Ms. Bardot, what are you doing here?"
She met my gaze with a complex expression, something unreadable lurking behind her eyes. "I should be asking you the same thing," she replied.
I chuckled lightly. "I'm at work. And I'm heading somewhere."
She hesitated for a second before speaking again, this time with an unexpected tone of concern. "Want me to drop you there?"
I blinked in mild surprise. "That might be the first time you've ever insisted on helping me."
Then, without missing a beat, I smirked and asked, "Don't you have something better to do? Like, I don't know... be with Joshua?"
The moment I said his name, her expression turned grim. But instead of backing down, she looked straight at me and snapped, "Samuel Gebb, since you are my husband, it is not your place to question what I do!"
I let out a mocking laugh, shaking my head. "Oh? So, suddenly, I have duties as your husband? That's rich, coming from you."
She didn't respond, but I could see the flicker of irritation in her eyes. I shrugged. "Fine. Lead the way to West Street."