NovelFinishChapter 465 Evan and Tarquin simultaneously whipped their heads around, their expressions and movements perfectly in sync, eyes wide with caution.
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In Evan's car, Elliot asked, "What's up, Evan?" Evan frowned slightly and said, "Feels like someone's got their eyes on us." "Who? Tarquin?" "Can't see anyone. Just feels like hostility in the air, probably not him." Elliot scrunched his brows, "Should we circle back and check?" "No need. Might just be my imagination. Plus, if someone really is watching us, they'd be gone by the twe head back. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, no one's gonna hurt us." Evan turned back around, glancing at Blossom who was still knocked out, and asked, "What about Blossom?" Blossom was still in a deep slumber, the driver handpicked by Tarquin at the last minute.
Elliot took another look back before returning his gaze forward, "Let's just wake her up when we get to the neighborhood entrance. Blossom's easy to deal with, don't worry about her." Meanwhile, Tarquin had also turned his attention back forward. He flicked his cigarette ash, lifting his fair hand to take another drag. He had a heavy smoking habit, having restrained himself in front of the kids all day, he lit up the moment they were apart.
Lowell was driving, glancing at him through the rearview mirror, "Something wrong, Tarquin? Notice something off behind us?" Tarquin had sensed the hostility from behind as well, but couldn't spot any suspicious figures, "It's nothing." Lowell didn't dwell on it, instead, he began excitedly reflecting, "Ms. Thorne's kids are really something! If what happened today had happened to ordinary kids, they'd be dead or crippled, not walking out of the Slaters' place unharmed! And look at them, they totally turned the tables on the Slaters! I was shocked when I peeked inside; it was more chaotic than a house party gone wrong! A house party leaves a mess, but it doesn't stink. The Slaters' place, on the other hand, smells like a barnyard, full of chicken, duck, goose, and pig droppings. It's a disaster!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter his remarks, Lowell switched gears, "I'm telling you, you should really make a move and pursue Ms. Thorne. If you win her over, her kids would be ours too! Then Elijah could grew up with them as real brothers! Never mind how much they could help Elijah, at least he'd have their company. All these years, it's been just Elijah, and frankly, the kid's been lonely. Having siblings might even prevent him from feeling so isolated that it affects his health."
Lowell was essentially urging Tarquin to get together with Elysia! The brothers had always been fond of Elysia, hoping she'd on their family. Knowing Elliot and Evan's capabilities only heightened this desire. They were dead set on convincing Tarquin to bring Elysia into the family fold. They saw it as a chance to ensure their family's future prosperity!
Tarquin took a drag of his cigarette with a stoic face. He hadn't considered being with Elysia because of the children, but Lowell's words made him think of something else. He remembered the shocking revelation from the mysterious visitor last night... Though the Bradford lineage had always been direct, could it be... Something struck Tarquin, leaving him struggling to breathe, his chest tight with anxiety. He took a deep drag, his brows furrowed deeply as he stared out the window, lost in thought.
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