Business Tycoon Pursues His Wife Wholeheartedly

“What, if I told you, you’d let the Scott family and my dad off the hook? Would you give up your well-thought-out plan to get my family killed?”

“Would you?”

She took a step closer, staring the man in the face.

A smile bloomed at the corners of her mouth; the likes of which Eric had never seen before.

‘I will’ was stuck in the back of his throat, but he couldn’t say it.

“Don’t pretend.” Cindy smiled contemptuously, lifted her steps, and left, without a trace of lingering.

Eric stood in the same place; his pupils were Cindy’s gradually shrinking figure.

This time we met again; Cindy changed like another person.

With unspoken emotions, Eric returned to the car, took off his baseball cap, and threw it on the passenger side.

When he was about to step on the gas, two figures came into view.

Noman took Cindy’s arm and went straight to a car on the side of the road, “Are you okay? You don’t look too good, why don’t I take you back first?”

“No, I probably didn’t eat breakfast and I’m hypoglycemic.” She replied absentmindedly.

“You’re hungry! I’ll take you to eat!”

He said and stepped on the gas.

The night wind passed through the window and blew Cindy’s short hair, “The final trophy, we must get it!”

…

Eric returned home, the maid immediately sent clean towels, “Sir, then we will leave first.”

The maids do not stay overnight, this is the rule of the Miller family.

Even if he, the male master, was the only one living in this home.

Eric raised his hand and took his phone into the study, another voice and photo from Linda, “Eric, I have all in good care, look, I drank the tonic today, when are you coming to see me and the baby?”

The baby?

It’s the baby again.

In the past few days, she had already used the baby as an excuse without saying a sincere word of apology.

But Eric never showed up for his appointments, and the decisions he made were never easily changed, not to mention that this time it was supposed to teach Linda a lesson about the Miller family’s rules, and his bottom line.

He moved to the sofa, and when he closed his eyes, there was Cindy’s face.

Eric abruptly opened his eyes and turned on the TV, today’s preliminaries, which should be broadcasted.

As he expected, it happened to be broadcasting today’s race, and he locked his eyes on Noman’s car.

He watched the car cross the finish line, watched Cindy get out, and watched them high-five.

She had a beautiful face with a look he had never seen before.

Given her familiarity with racing, she had put a lot of thought into this area, but hid it from him without a trace?

“Sure enough, the Scott family raised a daughter who is not what she seems.”

He wrinkled his brow in annoyance and turned off the TV.

Once again, that woman had tugged at his heartstrings, and it was upsetting him.

The day of the official competition.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this Red Flame Cup car race is about to start!”

“The camera comes to our contestant area, car number one …”

As the host’s voice rang out on the radio, all the drivers were making their final preparations.

tom sat on the steps, his eyes fixed on car number 4, which was Noman’s car, and standing beside Noman, who was checking with him, was Cindy.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“The preliminary round was a moment of carelessness on my part, and they really thought they could win?” He spat on the ground, his eyes turning ruthless.