Free Web NovelChapter 1554: Chapter 1554: The Consequence of Following All the Way
At this moment, outside the lobby of the main building of the Mills Group, a majestic and luxurious black Bentley was parked.
The car door was already open, and two bodyguards in black stood by the door awaiting orders.
Soon, Nathan Mills, dressed in a suit, and a middle-aged foreign woman came out of the lobby, chatting as they walked, followed by seven or eight company executives.
They had just concluded a meeting and signed a contract with this woman.
"Miss Janice, are you planning to go to the jewelry mall now?" Nathan Mills had just heard her take a phone call.
The woman stopped in her tracks, turned to look at him, and replied in perfectly articulated Chinese, "Yes."
Nathan Mills happened to have time, so he asked, "Shall I have the driver take you there?"
"If Mr. Mills accompanies me, that would be even better," the middle-aged woman smiled at him teasingly, "Would you do me the honor?"
Nathan Mills thought for a moment and agreed readily, "Sure, please get in the car!"
The woman looked at him, a bit surprised, "Really?" She had initially wanted to invite him along but was afraid he might be too busy to accept and didn’t want to put herself in an awkward position, so she refrained from asking.
She hadn’t expected him to agree.
Janice withdrew her smiling gaze, "That sounds great." She stepped into his car, and Nathan Mills followed suit.
The bodyguard closed the car door, and the driver soon drove off.
In a car parked not far away, Carlotta Sterling sat in the driver’s seat, witnessing everything with her own eyes from the moment Nathan Mills and the woman walked out of the lobby.
At this moment, the smile on her face gradually faded away.
She, a woman so proud, had braved the cold early in the morning to buy ingredients, spent two hours in the kitchen, and happily brought the chicken soup she made for him.
And yet he... left with another woman, laughing and chatting!
How could someone with Carlotta’s fiery temper not be angry?!
She gripped the steering wheel tightly, slammed down on the accelerator, and drove off after them!
The jealousy and curiosity of a woman, oh, they are strong and innate.
She just wanted to find out what exactly Nathan Mills was doing with that woman! Was it a date?
As she followed them, Carlotta’s car also pulled up outside a mall in a bustling area filled with all kinds of luxury goods.
What now? Was he going to give presents to that woman?
Soon, she saw the car door open, Nathan Mills and the blonde woman got out of the car, and the two of them began walking inside, still chatting and laughing together.
Though Carlotta didn’t frequently stay in Riventhal, she was familiar with this area, known for its clusters of famous jewelry brands.
She quickly unfastened her seatbelt, wrapped a scarf around her neck, put on her sunglasses, and swiftly followed them.
The customers here were either rich or noble, evident from their attire.
As she rode up the escalator, Carlotta’s gaze remained fixed on their backs. If looks could kill, they would undoubtedly be covered in wounds by now.
Even though Nathan Mills did not have any physical contact with the woman, he didn’t hold her by the waist, touch her shoulder, or hold her hand.
But the way they walked side by side, chatting and laughing, made Carlotta, who was trailing behind, uncomfortable.
She perhaps hadn’t realized yet that she was still deeply in love with Old Mills.
She followed them all the way to the fourth floor.
The surroundings were brilliantly lit like glass chandeliers, and the jewelry store’s elegant and tranquil decor exuded an aesthetic without a trace of ostentation or luxury, truly the taste of the wealthy.
Carlotta saw them eventually stop in front of a brand’s jewelry counter, choosing something.
A sales assistant enthusiastically attended to them, even taking out the selected piece and handing it to the woman.
At this moment, Carlotta fully recognized reality, understanding that certain fleeting moments of these past days were no more than illusions.
