I never thought that old Mr. Louis would say such words to me.
Doesn't he like me all along? Previously, when he knew that Frances and I were getting married, he
was also very happy. Why does he suddenly say such words?
I really don't understand.
I hope he is joking with me. After all, he is quite naughty sometimes. But his expression is so serious
that I panic.
"Grandfather, stop joking." I force a smile and say to old Mr. Louis.
"I'm not joking. I really hope that you and Frances will divorce. This way, it will be good for everyone."
"Why? Grandfather, tell me the reason why I should divorce Frances?"
I can't figure out the reason why he said that.
"There's no reason. Anyway, you must do as I say! Frances doesn't listen to me, so I want you to bring
it up with him."
Old Mr. Louis says seriously.
It seems that I don't have the right to refuse.
However, not only would Frances not agree, I would not either.
"Grandfather, I won't divorce Frances. Nobody can stop me from being with him. If there's nothing else,
I'll go first," I say firmly.
After saying that, I go out without looking back.
If I continued to talk with him, it would really be too late.
After renting a car at the car rental agency, I drive to a fork in the road near the golf course in the
western suburbs and wait for Whitney to arrive.
In this period, Mindy gave me a call.
"Jane, have you thought of how to ask Whitney out?"
"No."
I lie to Mindy.
This is a grudge between me and Whitney. I don't want to involve Mindy in it.
"I think of a way. Do you think it's feasible? Send her a message with Frances' phone and ask her out. I
think she will definitely come out."
Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together. Mindy and I think of the same method.
However, I'm still not sure if Whitney will come out.
"Forget it, if Frances finds out about it, then the plan will fall through. We should think of another way.
I've got stuff to do, so I have to hang up."
After hanging up the phone, I let out a long sigh, hoping that the plan Mindy and I came up with would
succeed.
There seems to be a car coming up ahead.
It's a Porsche. I saw Whitney drive it before.
It shouldn't be wrong.
I clench onto the steering wheel with my hands and my foot is trembling with nervousness as I step on
the accelerator.
At this time, my phone rings again in my bag.
I think it is from Mindy, but when I look at the screen, I find that it is Frances' call.
Why does he call me at this time? Does he discover something?
No!
I can't let him ruin my plan!
I don't answer the phone. Instead, I put my phone aside and stare in Whitney's direction.
The ring stops. However, he calls again soon.
I don't even want to look at it, I just want to make Whitney pay the price.
Whitney's car is only a hundred to two hundred meters away from me.
It isn't her who is driving today, but a man. He should be her driver.
Whitney sits in the back seat, her face full of tenderness and sweetness.
Sure enough, once a woman falls in love, she would lose her mind.
'If I just hit them like that, the driver would be in danger.'
However, this is the only chance I have. If I missed it, there might not be any left.
After all, asking Whitney out is not such a simple matter.
This innocent driver is implicated. Now he seems to have to accompany Whitney to suffer together.
"I'm sorry." I whisper in my heart, then step on the accelerator and crash into the Porsche.
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