After sending Munchkin to school, our car then turned toward the company.
My gaze turned to Nicky. I noticed her watching the scenery outside, but her gaze was unfocused. It was obvious she was spacing out.
I smiled and nudged her. "What are you thinking about so deeply?"
Nicky, who was a little startled at me nudging her, trembled. She turned to me and smiled. "No, I just didn't sleep very well.
I did not pursue this issue anymore. Instead, I told her what had happened last night. "By the way, Theo asked me about your story yesterday. Do you want him to know?"
She seemed a little surprised by my question but then smiled. "It doesn't matter to me. It depends on whether you want President Grant to know or not."
I understood what Nicky meant since the star she was chasing was my husband. The power was still in my hands. "Alright, I understand."
The car continued onward Nicky had her eyes closed as she was resting. I did not talk so as to not disturb her anymore.
Suddenly, a text message broke the silence at that moment.
Looking at the message on the screen, I could not help frowning.
[Eight o'clock tonight, the Imperial Clubhouse, A305. If you don't show up, you might lose your precious son.]
The sender was Nadia.
Why was she looking for me? To settle the score with deliberate revenge?
"You got a text message? What's wrong?" Nicky had opened her eyes because of the message notification. Seeing me in thought, she asked.
I hurriedly kept my phone and shook my head. "It's nothing, just a spam message."
"Oh," Nicky replied softly, but her eyes were still on me. It made me feel a little guilty. Seeing this, she asked again, "Are you really okay?"
I waved my hands and smiled at her. "Yes, it's really nothing. We’re reaching the company soon."
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