Chapter 509
Eleanor walked out of the training center with her French book, only to see a group of suit wearing the
sporting folks heading her way
Berard had mentioned that hed send bodyguards to pick her up after class, so Eleanor assumed these
were the guys
She stayed put, not walking away, but then noticed a dude with a scar on his face leading the pack,
and his expression wasn’t too friendly
“Ms Shultz, do you know a Mr. Law?”
The name Mr Law made Eleanor’s heart race, and her hands holding the French book began to
tremble
Bernard had warned her that if Mr. Law’s identity was revealed, he’d be in danger How did this guy
know about Mr Law?
She clenched her fists forcing herself to calm down, and then put on a guarded face, “Who are you,
and how do you know my name?”
Of course the guy wasn’t going to tell her who he was. He replied, “Answer me, do you know him or
not?”
Eleanor was freaking out inside but tried to play it cool, Why should I respond to you when you won’t
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtanswer my question?”
She was being difficult and the guy got annoyed. “You reported a crime at the police station and used
the name Mr. Law, right?”
Eleanor turned pale. Did her reporting the crime expose Mr. Law’s identity?
She gripped the book tightly, telling herself not to panic She pretended to be calm, “I remember now,
that did happen.
“But I’ve already made up with Mr. Night. He gave me a ton of money, so I let it go. Why hasn’t the
police station closed the case?”
Scarface furrowed his half–shaved brow, suspiciously asking, Mr. Night? Not Mr. Law?”
She realized he didn’t have the police’s detailed information and only knew the name Mr. Law, Eleanor
breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked at Scarface innocently, making stuff up. “Yeah, Mr. Night. If you don’t believe me, go ask
him yourself.”
Mr. Night had an even worse reputation than Cedric. He was known for forcing women, and had been
in and out of the police station several times.
Scarface obviously knew this, and although he was still suspicious, he hesitated when he saw
Eleanor’s clueless expression.
Someone beside Scarface leaned in and whispered something to him. After, he gave Eleanor an up–
and–down look and then left with his crew
Watching their car speed away, Eleanor finally loosened her sweaty grip on the book.
Worried they’d come back if they sensed something fishy, Eleanor didn’t wait for Bernard’s people to
pick her up and hailed a cab instead.
Once in the car, she sent Bernard a message, warning him that someone had come asking about Mr.
Law and to be careful.
Bernard was busy with an international designer picking out a diamond ring. He saw the message and
his face darkened.
He immediately got up to leave the company. He called Eleanor while instructing Aidyn to get the car.
Eleanor saw the call and was worried the taxi driver would overhear “Mr. Law,” so she took out her
earphones.
As soon as she answered, Bernard’s worried voice came through, “Eleanor, where are you? I’m coming
to get you.”
Eleanor replied. “Tm on my way back to Hailey’s villa. You don’t need to get me, I’m fine. They just
asked a few questions.” After explaining what happened, she heard Bernard tell Aidyn to deal with the
bodyguards who didn’t pick her up on time. Eleanor quickly defended them, “It wasn’t their fault. Our
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmteacher had something come up, so class ended half an hour early” Bernard firmly signaled Aidyn with
his eyes to take care of it and then ordered, “Send twenty more bodyguards to protect her.”
Aidyn obeyed, “Yes, Mr. Laurence.”
With everything arranged, Bernard’s cold voice turned gentle, ‘Eleanor, tell me your license plate
number.”
Eleanor reluctantly gave him the taxis plate number.
Twenty minutes later, over a dozen luxury cars blocked the taxi
The taxi driver watched in awe as a man got out of a Koenigsegg sports car. He looked like a god
descending from the heavens as he approached them.
Then, the man opened the back door, bent down, picked up the woman inside, and walked away.
The taxi driver rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn’t seeing things, then took out his phone, snapped
a picture of the scene, and posted it online.
The news spread on the internet quickly, and various stories about “Mr. Laurence and his little wife”
started circulating.
Usually, news involving the CEO of the Laurence Group would be taken down immediately, but this
time, no one was doing anything about it.
Netizens quickly speculated that this “little wife” might become the future Mrs. Laurence.
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