Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen) novel Chapter 1024

"Miss, are you heading out? " Santiago asked with a smile. The old butler hurried over to them, but he didn't manage to stop him.

"Yes, I'm going out." Cynthia waited for the car at the entranced. The driver had already gone to fetch the car, and she did not expect to bump into Santiago.

Santiago addressed her as 'Miss'. She didn't know what she was feeling. Was she too old?

She was in her twenties, several years older than him.

Cynthia lowered her head slightly. She didn't dare to raise her head to look at Santiago, but her face flushed red anyway.

How could the old butler not know what was going on? He wanted to stop her, but he didn't know what to say. If he didn't stop her, then it wouldn't make sense either.

What kind of person was Santiago? His reputation had long been ruined.

Cynthia was like a moth to a flame.

It was useless for the old butler to be anxious. Santiago took two steps towards her and lowered his head, saying, "Miss, I'll send you over."

"Is that a good idea?" Cynthia looked up at Santiago. Santiago pursed his lips and laughed all of a sudden. "Of course, it's great."

Cynthia's heart skipped a beat. How could there be such a good-looking person in this world?

"Miss Cynthia, the car is here." The old butler saw their family car and hurried to remind her. Cynthia looked at it slowly and felt somewhat disappointed, but she did not reveal it and just said, "I accept your good intentions. You may carry on your own way."

After that, Cynthia went to her car and bent down to sit inside. The old butler breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he opened the gate, and the car drove out. Cynthia lowered her head and said nothing.

Santiago appeared slightly disappointed. He glanced at the old butler and said, "I'm leaving."

The old butler nodded his head. Santiago returned to his car and drove off.

The gate closed, and the old butler spat on the ground, "What was that? If it weren't for your father, Hansen, then you would've died many times over."

Santiago looked into the rearview mirror, and a hint of amusement flashed across his eyes. He accelerated the car and caught up with Cynthia's car as fast as lightning. He then cut ahead of her car and stopped it horizontally, forcing her car to come to a stop as well.

The driver was so shocked that he immediately stepped on the brakes, and it almost threw Cynthia out of the car. She hurried to hold onto the seat.

The driver stopped and broke out in cold sweat from the fright. Cynthia tried to get out of the car in a flurry and asked, "What's wrong?"

"lt's the Whalen family's car." The driver had received special training. The Whalen family's car also had a mark, so he could recognize it at a glance.

Cynthia still felt somewhat odd. She looked in front of her with a puzzled expression. "Whalen family?"

"Yes, it's from Mr. Rayan Whalen's family. Their family crest is on the car. It's the same as the Moore family's, but this car had just been parked in front of the Moore family residence," the driver explained. Cynthia's thoughts shifted, and she looked ahead. Indeed, it was not anyone else, but Santiago who pushed the car door open.

Santiago pushed the door open and got out of it. He lit a cigarette and took a puff, throwing the lighter onto the car seat as he turned around to look at Cynthia's car. Cynthia's heart felt as if it had been stolen, and she immediately wanted to go up to him.

The driver said in the car, "Miss Cynthia, Mr. Flynt has disallowed all contact with outsiders."

Cynthia also knew that, but she just couldn't control herself and wanted to go out.

Santiago looked ahead for a while. Hethen took a drag on his cigarette. He threw it onto the ground, walked to the side of the car, and knocked on the door.

The driver swallowed hard and looked at Cynthia through the rearview mirror. "Miss Cynthia, do you want to make a call to Mr. Flynt?"

"No, he's busy. He will be worried and rush over in a hurry if I make the call. I don't think he's malicious."

Cynthia's nervous heart raced, and she clutched the bag tightly in her hand.

The driver was afraid of getting into trouble, and it was too late to make a call. Santiago was a well-known devil incarnate of a playboy in Capital City. If he caused trouble, then wouldn't he be beaten to death when he left home?