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Chapter 898 I Will Accompany You to Drink
Chapter 898 I Will Accompany You to Drink
Amanda stated what she wanted.
The man never hesitated before agreeing to her terms. This was because he wouldn’t incur many
losses anyhow.
Furthermore, she was going to pay him way more than Lindsay had ever paid him.
The most important thing was her background was much formidable than Lindsay. He wouldn’t want to
make himself an enemy of her.
Considering all of his men’s safety and well-being, it was more beneficial for him to gang up with
Amanda. As the saying goes, a bird will always find a good branch to stand on.
She had to change with the times.
“Then, I will leave everything to you now. I will be in your debt.” Amanda stood up.
“Naturally.” The man followed suit, “Let me send you off.”
Amanda didn’t reject him.
“How should I address you?” Amanda asked.
“Just call me Marlon.” Marlon Leonard replied.
Amanda smiled at him.
The two of them seemed to have a lively exchange, and when the other men downstairs saw Marlon
coming down, they greeted him, “Marlon.”
Marlon introduced these people to Amanda, “These are my friends.”
Amanda was caught off guard when he addressed those people as friends.
Marlon smiled and said, “My brothers who follow me are my family too.”
He was someone who valued kinship very much. These people are those who would blindly follow him
to the ends of the earth.
“You don’t need to see me off.” Amanda smiled.
“Got it.” Marlon stood at the door, “Safe trip, Miss Nelson.”
Amanda nodded once before marching towards her car. Casimir opened the door for her and she bent
down to enter it. Casimir jogged to the driver’s side and hopped on before turning on the engine and
driving away.
Marlon only shut the door when the car disappeared out of his sight.
The man with the scar came to him and asked, “I see that you seem to have a lively conversation with
that girl. Does that mean we have more jobs now?”
Marlon stopped smiling altogether and said gravely, “You lot can’t do this job.”
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He glanced at his underlings who followed him around and said, “Be honest and keep your act clean
from now on. Don’t go out without any reason.”
“Don’ you worry, we are always obedient.” The man with the scar said.
Someone on the sofa chipped in, “That’s right, you can rest assured. We know where the lines are
drawn.”
He mumbled a response before going upstairs again. He fished out his phone to make a call while
walking.
In the car.
Casimir who had stayed silent throughout the whole episode finally broke his silence when the car was
further away, “Why did you reveal yourself to him? You had only met him, yet you aren’t afraid of him
selling you out?”
Amanda put some of her weight against the window and gazed at the passing scenery. Her voice was
calm, “He won’t. He should be wary of things.”
He was wary of her identity and background. She wasn’t about to expose herself, but she reckoned
people would have known it anyway.
Everything was going smoothly at this point.
“Casimir, do you remember how you convince the police that I was supposedly dead?”
“I have asked someone to change the DNA record on the deceased,” Casimir replied.
“If you were to splash some money, do you think you can cover this whole thing up to the point that
even Stanford wouldn’t have gotten wind of it?”
“What do you mean?” Casimir didn’t understand completely, “Do you mean that someone is helping us,
so that is why things didn’t get exposed? And that someone made sure everyone is in the dark even
until now?”
“Sigh.” Amanda let out a sigh.
“When things finally settle down…”
“What happens after that?” Casimir continued to probe.
Amanda looked at him, “Why are you being so busybody now?”
“Let me investigate about your father.” All of a sudden, Amanda changed the topic.
“That’s good.” Casimir smiled.
“However, you need to supply me with some leads.” Or else, how would she even start?
“Right, I have completely forgotten about it if you didn’t bring this up. The last time I went to see my
mother, I discovered a photo of a man in one of the drawers near her bed. I have captured it on my
phone.” Casimir’s expression was grave, “My hunch is that man is my father.”
“Does he resemble you in any way?”
Casimir shook his head, “Not really. I take after my mother more.”
Amanda leaned towards him and asked, “Where’s your phone? Let me take a look.”
“In my pockets,” Casimir said.
Amanda settled back into her seat, “Take it out for me.”
“You take it yourself,” Casimir said cheekily.
Amanda was speechless.
“I am not used to fiddling around with someone’s pants.”
Casimir used one hand to hold the steering wheel and used the other to fish out his phone from his
pocket to her.
Amanda took it, “Don’t you scared of me checking out private kinds of stuff in here?”
“My secrets aren’t as many as yours.” Casimir replied, “There’s no password.”
“What secrets do I have, now?” Amanda retorted.
Casimir simply smiled mysteriously.
At the same time, he thought in his heart that everyone thought that Amanda was dead while actually,
she was alive and well.
This could constitute one of the greatest secrets of all time.
Yet, she was saying that she didn’t have any secrets?
Amanda didn’t continue this argument as she swiped the phone and found a photo album without any
passwords stopping her.
There weren’t many photos inside, with the number amounting to roughly a doze. Most of them
depicted him posing with a man, “These photos here, is she your mother?”
“Yes. My mum looks young, doesn’t she?”
Amanda nodded, “Can’t say that it’s obvious to see that she has a son with your age.”
Casimir was momentarily speechless.
In no time, Amanda was able to find that photo he had captured. She tapped on the photo to take a
closer look, and it seemed like this photo wasn’t taken in a studio. It seemed more like it was casually
captured on a phone and then printed out.
The more she stared at the man in the photo, the more she felt like him resembling Abbott.
She propped up her chin and speculated, “If your father is someone who has a family, what would you
do.”
“Never thought about that.”
He just wanted to find out about this man, but he never really put in any thought about the possibility of
him having step-brothers and step-sisters.
Amanda placed the phone in the central control area, “I will help you look for him.”
She was still a little doubtful about her own conjecture, but that man in the photo resembled Abbott
when he was young a lot.
They could be said to be peas from the same pod!
She took out her phone and messaged Jos: Jos, help me investigate something.
The other party protested: Don’t call me Jos!
Amanda smiled: But that’s how dad and mum used to call you. I called you that too a long time ago.
There was a blank silence.
The other party replied: That’s dad and mum, and it was a long time ago. I am all grown up now, so I
won’t allow you to call me like that anymore.
Amanda replied: Alright, I will refrain from calling you that. Let’s talk about something serious. Help me
investigate whether Abbott had a girlfriend before he was married.
The other party replied: Why do you want me to find out about that?
Then, the other party followed up with another message: You discover Abbott?
Immediately, the other party regretted sending that. If Amanda had discovered about Abbott, she
wouldn’t have sought help on investigating Abbott. She would have just pressed him on whether he
had spilt the secrets.
Amanda’s expression turned grave when she saw the message.
What did he mean?
Was Abbott here?
She dreaded thinking in this direction, but all of the signs showed that the thing she tried hard to hide
had long been a piece of public knowledge.
The other party tried to explain: Sis, that…
Amanda replied: I know everything. You just help me dig into that.
The other party replied: Alright.
At first, when she married Stanford, her parents weren’t the most supportive. It was because she had
used her life to threaten them later on. After all, she couldn’t let go.
Now that things had turned into such a state, she couldn’t bring herself to face them.
Sigh…
“What’s wrong?” Casimir turned to look at her, “Why do you keep letting out a sigh?”
“Nothing.” She curled up in her seat and said, “Casimir, drink with me.”
“Roger. Let me pick a place.”
Amanda said nothing.
Very soon, the car stopped at a restaurant.
Amanda frowned, “I want to drink.”
Casimir got out of the car and went to her side and opened the door for her, “I will drink with you, but
you need to fill your stomach too.”