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Chapter 117. Are You Expecting Me To Lift You Into The Car Myself?
“Mae, I don’t have all day to wait for you. If you don’t want me to carry you here myself, then get in the car on your own,” Mark’s voice was cool and detached.
“You…” Mae’s expression darkened, but she didn’t budge.
Mark remained seated in the car, his calculating gaze sizing her up and down. “You realize you’re in no shape to challenge me right now, right?”
His words hit Mae like a slap, rendering her momentarily speechless. Her swollen feet made it impossible for her to defy him physically or verbally.
“Are you expecting me to lift you into the car myself?” Mark’s tone lacked any amusement, yet the gloating in his eyes was undeniable. His certainty of victory seemed to infuriate her even more.
Clenching her teeth, Mae shot him a glare, still refusing to move.
However, it was Mark who took action. His fingers pressed the door button, and he gracefully exited the car. He leaned down as if preparing to carry her. Mae instinctively took a few steps back, accidentally putting weight on her injured foot. The sharp pain shot through her whole body, prompting her to cry out in agony.
In her moment of vulnerability, she grabbed onto Mark’s arm for support before regaining her balance.
Looking at her small hand gripping his arm, Mark’s expression softened ever so slightly. The corners of his lips curled in a subtle, almost imperceptible arc.
“Mark,” Mae growled through clenched teeth, glaring at him with frustration. Did she inadvertently insult his ancestors in a past life, prompting him to oppose her at every turn in this one?
“As I said, if you don’t get in the car, I’ll carry you there myself,” Mark maintained his position, allowing her to hold onto his arm without resistance. He made no further move to hug her, his gaze unwavering.
Mae’s furious glare persisted, but she eventually relented. She reached for the car door, pausing for a moment when she realized she had unconsciously held onto Mark’s arm. She furrowed her brow, suppressing the mix of emotions she felt, and then opened the car door, entering ahead of Mark.
Sitting down, the pain in her ankle intensified. She grimaced, examining her swollen foot, and sure enough, the swelling became more pronounced.
Beside her, Mark’s gaze also fell on her ankle. Without moving, he directed the driver, “Take her to the hospital.”
Anticipating Mae’s potential refusal, he added preemptively before she could even have a chance to speak, “Don’t be too quick to decline. I’m not interested in dealing with your complications.”
As the words fell, he looked sideways at Mae, his deep pupils, as always, made it impossible to see his true thoughts, but Mae heard it in his words. His words were a clear allusion to the unborn child he shared with Jennifer.
As Mae opened her mouth to respond, Mark continued, “And don’t think that this will change anything between us. You don’t have to rush to set it aside.”
Mark’s words held a note of finality, leaving Mae with little to say. He was right; sending her to the
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hospital wasn’t an act of kindness for her sake. There was no rush for her to clear up
misunderstandings, especially when she had been the one perpetually bothered by the dynamics
between them.
She fell silent, acquiescing to Mark’s arrangements and letting him take the lead.
Upon reaching the hospital, Mae underwent a medical examination, received a prescription, and listened to the doctor’s advice before leaving. The car ride back was enveloped in silence, the atmosphere heavy and stifling. Even the driver, Uncle Lance, dared not utter a word, fearful of jeopardizing his high–paying job.
As the car pulled into Mae’s residential neighborhood and parked, she unbuckled her seatbelt. Mark spoke a rare “thank you” before opening the door to step out.
Before she could leave the car, Mae heard Mark’s voice again. “Do you genuinely believe those people only intended to kidnap you for money?”
Her movement to exit slowed for a moment, but she didn’t linger. She didn’t turn around, merely offering a faint response, “I’ll find out.”
With those words, she stepped out of the car without looking back.
The parking spot wasn’t far from the elevator entrance, and the painkiller the doctor had prescribed during her hospital visit helped Mae manage the short walk without much discomfort.
Mark just mentioned to her, she has long thought about this case, and cannot rely solely on the police to investigate, on the one hand, the police have to deal with so many cases, there will not be enough police force alone on her case.
On the other hand, she suspected that the identity of the person who hired those few people was not simple, if she relied on the police to investigate alone, she might not be able to find out anything.
As she entered the elevator, she initiated a phone call. The voice on the other end answered
promptly.
“Assist me in investigating a few individuals and their recent activities… Also, please check their financial transactions during this period.”
Meanwhile, in the underground garage, Lance Krasinski cast a glance at the quiet figure in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He spoke in a hushed tone, “Young Master, are we headed straight to the company?”
“Indeed,” Mark replied in a deep voice before lapsing into silence.
Upon returning to his office, Mark summoned Robert.
“Mr. Smith, you wanted to see me?” Robert said.
“How’s the progress on the investigation I tasked you with?” Mark asked.
Robert straightened up at the inquiry, responding promptly, “The investigation is ongoing. So far, we’ve ascertained that the individuals involved are retired mercenaries who have lived in Rothenburg for years. They arrived in the country recently, and their activities appear normal…”
Mark’s brows furrowed slightly as Robert spoke. Impatience tinged his otherwise somber expression. Robert could feel his heart race, anxious to deliver a response that would satisfy Mark.
“Rest assured, Mr. Smith, that I will follow up on this matter, and there will be results soon.”
Mark merely nodded, gesturing for Robert to leave the office.
Robert let out a long sigh of relief and turned around to go out.
Recently, this big boss could be said to be quite temperamental, and if it continued like this, he was really worried that he would not be scared of having a heart attack.
Once Robert had exited, Mark flipped through the stack of documents on his desk. However, he found himself unable to focus. The documents lay untouched as he inadvertently found his thoughts drifting to Mae’s furrowed expression. Her face seemed to eclipse his ability to concentrate on anything else.
Growing increasingly annoyed with his inability to concentrate, he set aside the documents and pinched the bridge of his nose. Herose from his seat, reached for a bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet, and poured it into a glass. The simple act seemed to provide a modicum of relief from the underlying frustration.
A week had passed, and Mae had spent her days at home recuperating from her injuries. She hadn’t ventured out much during this time. Her ankle was gradually healing thanks to the specialized
medication.
Jean Gray and Hanna Langley had visited her a few times during her recovery. Her ankle was almost fully healed, and Mae was starting to feel better physically. Yet, her thoughts were consumed by the recent events, propelling her to take proactive measures to uncover the truth behind the kidnapping
attempt.
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