The Woman From Hell

Chapter 217

My spirits instantly collapsed. The blood in my veins seemed to start boiling. My mind was scattered, and I could not help but get up and approach the car.

However, the two of them went into the car and left before I could go near.

I did not think much and raised my hand to stop a taxi. I said to the driver, "Tail that car in front.”

When I got in the car, the driver looked at my belly and said, "Don’t worry, Madam. I'll follow it well. Tell m e, what exactly is your husband thinking? You're beautiful and pregnant with a child yet he's out there cheating on you? What a world!"

I ignored the driver's nonsense. Both my hands were clenched into fists and I was sweating. My eyes were dead fixed on that car in front.

The driver meant what he said and tailed the car well.

The car drove all the way to another high-end villa area in Salt City and drove in directly.

The driver said regretfully, "I'm sorry, Madam. I can’t enter this neighborhood. You're on your own now,” he said and looked at me with a pitiful expression on his face.

I paid and went out of the car after thanking the

driver.

Normal people could not enter these kinds of small villa areas.

I wandered outside for a long time and suddenly thought of President Sherman's wife. I previously heard that she had bought a house here, so I took out my phone.

Mrs. Sherman picked up after a while and I immediately said, "Mrs. Sherman, sorry to disturb you.

I remember hearing you say that the river view in West City is beautiful and I've been thinking of buying a new house recently. I want to head in to look at the greenery and environment inside. Could you speak to the guard for me?"

"Oh, Mrs. Grant. No problem. It's a shame that I’m not i n Salt City now. Otherwise, I would have accompanied you and showed you around. Pass the phone to the guard and I'll talk to him.

"Mrs. Grant, honestly speaking, the place isn't as nice o r good as yours. Even the surrounding facilities aren’t comparable. If it weren't because of my son's urgent wedding, I would've thought of selling it,” Mrs. Sherman continued to talk sincerely.

"Really? It's okay, I just happened to be here and remembered what you said previously. I'll just have a look around inside. I can reconsider it if it's not to my liking," I said.

All my effort was worth it. I initially thought about how I could find that car but did not expect that Mrs. Sherman would provide me with some information.

Mrs. Sherman's son was working at Newlight Media. Could it be the same man?

After the guard talked to Mrs. Sherman, he let me inside. I did not hesitate further and went straight to house number five.

It turned out that the black Bently was parked in front of that house. I recorded the license plate number and decided to leave. I was a bit impulsive earlier. There were two big men present, and I could not do much. 1 could only come back next time.

"Mrs. Grant, since you're already here, why not come i n and take a look?" Benny's voice came from behind.

I was shocked. Looking back, Benny had both his arms in his pants pockets while standing at the steps. He was looking at me.

"It’s fine. I need to go back." I faked a smile and quickly waved my hand.

"Since you’re here to survey some houses, you should look at the rooms as well. That's how you can tell if a house is good." His voice was cold, and his tone did not sound pleasant. It made one shudder listening to i t. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

My heart flipped for a while and I said, "Your mother must have told you, right? I just wanted to have a look at what it’s like on the outside but I've accidentally disturbed you. I'm really sorry."

He did not show a reaction, and his dark eyes were simply fixed on me.

There was no other way. Since I did not have any plans, I could only bite the bullet and head in now. Fortunately, Mrs. Sherman knew about it too. There should not be any problems.

There was a sneer at the corner of his lips. He moved sideways to let me in. "Come on in, Mrs. Grant."

The villa was not considered big, and the layout of the living room was not the best as there was a lot of wasted space. No wonder Mrs. Sherman was not pleased about it.

A fat middle-aged man was sitting on the living room couch, drinking tea.

Upon seeing me, he put the teacup down, squinted his eyes, and said, "I never thought you had such good eyes, Mrs. Grant."

I was initially doubtful since I was scared the last time and did not take a good look. However, with Benny's behavior just now and the things this man just said, I was sure of it in my heart.

Although I was slightly terrified, I acted relaxed on the surface. I walked over, sat on the couch, and said in a deep voice, "We've already dealt with each other a few times yet I still don’t know your full name or where you’re working."