Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 33: Changed
Mika Summers was forcefully dragged out of the house by Louise Jordan.
As she left, Mika Summers saw Sheldon Rhodes standing across the street.
Sheldon Rhodes was eating a fried dough stick. When he saw her coming out with Louise Jordan, he stopped. His frigid, murderous gaze was fixed straight on her and Louise.
She was so frightened she started trembling uncontrollably.
’What do I do now?’
’If Sheldon Rhodes knows, doesn’t that mean Tristan Grayson knows too?’
She was so anxious she wanted to cry.
Just then, for some unknown reason, Louise Jordan suddenly yanked her hard, opened the car door, and shoved her forcefully inside, slamming it shut with a BANG.
It all happened so fast she couldn’t even react.
She sat stunned in the car, watching Louise Jordan outside.
Louise Jordan glanced in Sheldon Rhodes’s direction, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
Then, just as quickly, she got into the car, settling into the front passenger seat.
Through the window, she clearly saw Sheldon Rhodes toss the fried dough stick, pull out his phone, and start making a call.
Her heart pounded in her chest.
She was terrified beyond belief.
For all these years, Tristan Grayson had been nothing less than a devil in her eyes.
He had cruelly bound her for so many years. How could she not hate him?
Her face was pale as she felt her pants pocket. Thankfully, her phone was still there. Otherwise, she might not even have known how she died.
She pulled out her phone and sent a text to Tristan Grayson.
She told him not to look for her, that her brother had insisted on taking her to find a new place to live, which was why she had left temporarily.
She had assumed Tristan Grayson wouldn’t reply, but to her surprise, she received a text less than two seconds after sending hers.
[You’d better never come back. Otherwise, the consequences will be more than you can bear.]
Her expression turned utterly grim as she read the message.
She believed Tristan Grayson was capable of anything. After all these years, she knew he was an emotionless monster. No, he reserved his emotions for *that* woman. To everyone and everything else, he was cruel.
"Mika, what are you looking at? Why the long face?" Just then, Archie Summers returned. He saw her grim expression the moment he opened the car door.
"It’s nothing."
Archie Summers’s brows furrowed. "Mika," he said coldly, "you’d better not be hiding anything from me."
"Of course not. What could I possibly hide from you?" ’Why does my brother suddenly seem so scary? As scary as Tristan Grayson? Is it just my imagination? Or have I become a coward after not seeing anyone for so many years?’
Archie Summers didn’t press the issue. After all, his main concern right now was their parents.
"Boss, here’s the information you wanted." Louise Jordan, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly produced a laptop from out of nowhere and handed it to Archie Summers, her voice cold.
"Good." Archie Summers took it, his face grim.
He then sat down to Mika Summers’s right, closed the door, and methodically opened the laptop to begin reviewing the files.
Outside, a man got into the driver’s seat and started the car.
The other three men turned and stopped in front of a black Hyundai a short distance away.
"Brother, who are all these people?" Mika was terrified as she looked at their cold, imposing demeanor. Aside from being intimidated by the people Tristan Grayson sent, she had never witnessed a scene like this—especially not with people her own brother had brought.
Archie Summers looked up wearily. "Mika, don’t ask about my affairs. You just need to know that everything I’m doing is for the good of our family."
She was already scared, and Archie’s words only made her imagination run wild. "Brother, you haven’t joined a gang, have you? WAH... Brother, Mom and Dad only have one son! You can’t do anything illegal!"
