Chapter 125 Interception
Who was York loyal to in the Farrells?
The answer was clear.
Colin froze for a second and looked up at her, asking, "My grandfather?"
Faye hadn't expected him to answer so fast, but she still looked straight into his eyes and said, "What if it is your grandfather? Colin, will you..."
She almost blurted out, "Colin, will you still help me?"
But she regained her reason in time and swallowed back the words on the tip of her tongue.
Colin had been observing her face from the very beginning, so he had not missed any micro-expression.
Seeing her suddenly fall silent, he firmly said, "No matter who it is, I will stand on your side."
Faye's heart skipped a beat.
She was indifferent but not stupid.
Although she had reached a cooperation agreement with Colin, she had never done anything for him so far, while he had helped her a lot.
A man was unconditionally helping a woman.
When their eyes met, they both kept silent for a few seconds.
Hearing their conversation in the driver's seat, Robert was sweating, thinking he should not have gotten in the car.
After half a minute, Colin held Faye's hand tightly, looked at Robert, and said, "Let's go back to Cocanel."
Robert nodded and started the car.
He had worked with Colin for many years, but it was the first time he had felt so happy to get a task.
Because of the heavy snow, they could not take the expressway but could only choose the provincial road which would take more time.
After a while, Robert felt that the atmosphere in the car was too depressing, so he looked up at the rearview mirror, coughed lightly, and asked, "Mr. Farrell, Ms. Nash, would you like some music?"
Colin said, "Shut up!"
Faye said, "Yes, please."
They spoke simultaneously, so Robert was stunned, and his hand holding his phone froze.
Should he play the music or not?
Robert did not dare to decide without authorization. Colin loosened his collar with his fingers and said impatiently, "Play some soothing music."
Robert said, "Yes, Mr. Farrell."
Faye didn't want to listen to the music at all, but the atmosphere in the car was indeed too depressing, so she would rather listen to the music to relax than sit quietly.
As the music started, Faye leaned back, closed her eyes, and began to ponder.
When she thought of the car accident last night, she involuntarily frowned.
Why had there been so many cars in the early morning in such a remote place?
And there had been a car accident.