Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride
Chapter 344 - 340, don’t you care about Xiao Nuo’s daughter at all?
CHAPTER 344: 340, DON’T YOU CARE ABOUT XIAO NUO’S DAUGHTER AT ALL?
Capital City, after two days of stakeout and following, Jon finally cornered Abigail Zimmerman in the supermarket as she was selecting ingredients.
"Hi, Mrs. Zimmerman, we meet again."
Abigail Zimmerman was alone, without any guards following her, which allowed Jon to approach her.
Turning her head to look at the handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed man beside her, Abigail Zimmerman’s amiable face showed no ripples as she smiled slightly and said politely.
"Sorry, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else, I don’t know you."
Having said that, she placed a stick of celery into her basket and continued to push her cart forward to select more ingredients.
"Hey, Mrs. Zimmerman, please wait, I have something to tell you..." Jon hurriedly followed. The supermarket was huge and bustling with shoppers; not wanting to draw the attention of others, Jon deliberately lowered his voice.
Abigail Zimmerman stopped, turned around, and looked at Jon with a serious expression.
"Sorry, I’m in a hurry." After saying this, she pushed her cart quickly towards the exit, no longer continuing to select ingredients.
"Mrs. Zimmerman, about Ms. Xiao Nora’s daughter, we need to talk..." Jon also hurried after her, and in his urgency, he reached out his hand to rest on Abigail Zimmerman’s shoulder.
Stopping in her tracks, Abigail Zimmerman turned around with an expression that was more than serious; it was visibly cold and warning.
She spoke in a hushed tone, harshly.
"I’ve told you, if you don’t want to put yourself in danger, then stop investigating. The people involved in this are not ones you can afford to provoke!"
Through his investigation over this period, Jon had already sensed the unusual nature of the case he had taken on; in the shadows, there was always a powerful force stirring. However, the more challenging it was, the more it piqued his interest.
Perhaps it was the spirit of adventure flowing in the blood of foreigners that made him more eager to continue to uncover the truth the more dangerous it became.
With a raise of his handsome eyebrow, Jon asked with a half-smile.
"Don’t you care about how dangerous the industry that Ms. Xiao Nora’s daughter is working in is now?"
"What do you mean?" Abigail Zimmerman’s expression tensed noticeably.
Having achieved his goal, Jon smiled triumphantly. He knew that this woman cared about Ms. Xiao Nora’s daughter, and she wouldn’t ignore anything that concerned her.
"If you want to know what I mean, come with me."
He dropped that line and turned to leave, his raised eyebrow even smugly whistling a tune.
Watching the man’s confident departing figure, Abigail Zimmerman hesitated for a moment but still quickly followed him.
In the coffee shop, after listening to Jon’s account of what Titus Zane’s current occupation was, Abigail Zimmerman leaned forward in disbelief.
"You... are you telling the truth?"
"Hmm," Jon nonchalantly shrugged his eyebrows, his white and slender fingers pinching the ear of the coffee cup, bringing it to his lips before speaking, "Of course, why would I lie to you?"
"But... didn’t Julian Zane care?"
Jon took a sip of his coffee and placed the cup back on the table, his gaze falling on it, "The fact is that Carrie has already been kicked out of the Zane Family."
"What do you mean?"
Abigail Zimmerman was even more confused when she saw Jon raise his gaze to look at her and slowly said, "Three years ago, Carrie had a fall out with her family, and her father announced on the media that he was severing their father-daughter relationship, so, out of necessity, Carrie chose this profession to support herself."
Jon briefly recounted the events of that time, omitting the misfortunes that Titus Zane had previously encountered, not because of anything else, but because that period of the past was a shameful and unbearable memory for Titus Zane, so he did not want more people to know.
"That bastard!" An angry slap from Abigail Zimmerman landed on the coffee table, and even the chest under her trench coat heaved visibly.