Chapter 437 - 433, going on a business trip again?
Chapter 437 of "Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride" introduces the scene: Banyan City, Locke Family.Max Locke hurried through the family gate, heading straight for the old... Keep going!
Banyan City, Locke Family.Max Locke hurried through the family gate, heading straight for the old patriarch sitting in the armchair watching television.
"Dad," he called out, then whispered a sentence into the old manās ear.
The old patriarchās tiger-like eyes suddenly narrowed, then he widened them and turned his head to look at his son.
"Is this news true?"
"Mhm, Little Gao personally went to investigate," Max Locke nodded with a grave expression.
The old patriarch turned back. His hands resting on his cane, facing forward, his eyes once again narrowed as he slightly nodded his head as if calculating something.
"Do you know who did it?"
"They say it was drunk driving, but according to the information Little Gao gathered, the family of the driver at fault mentioned that her husband brought home a sum of money the day before the accident, even advising her to take good care of their son from now on. Following this clue, Little Gao..."
"Get to the point!" Max Locke hadnāt finished speaking when the old patriarch interrupted him impatiently, tapping his cane, clearly showing his impatience.
"Seems like it was the third brotherās man."
Max Locke skipped the details and went straight to the conclusion.
The old patriarchās eyes half-closed, the corners of his lips unconsciously curled up, and a cold chuckle spilled out.
"Humph! That foreign devil thinks too highly of himself, ignoring our warnings. Now, he has got a taste of his own medicine."
After speaking, he turned his tiger-like gaze sternly toward his son.
"Wasnāt that third brother already behind bars?"
"Dad, itās been over thirty years. Heās almost as old as you now. Iāve heard he got some serious illness and spent money to get medical parole."
The old patriarch turned back and snorted coldly, "If it wasnāt for our cooperation back then to suppress the matter, he wouldāve probably been shot by now!"
As father and son talked, Alder Locke came down the stairs, his jeans and leather jacket casual, his short hair a mess, humming tunelessly as he fidgeted with his car keys.
He stopped halfway down the stairs when he saw his father standing beside the old patriarch, and leaned forward slightly, "Yo, dad, youāre back!"
"Mhm," Max Locke replied nasally, his sonās appearance causing him a headache.
The old patriarch next to him spoke up, "Where are you headed?"
"To see your granddaughter-in-law."
Alder Locke continued walking down with a cheeky grin, but he was stopped before he could leave the house by the old patriarch.
"Alder Locke! Iām reminding you once again, do not take my words lightly! That woman will not enter this house unless Iām dead!"
"Dad, look at grandpa. Itās not easy for me to fall for a girl, and he still stands in my way."
Standing in the living room, Alder Locke felt wronged. Max Locke surreptitiously signaled his son, "Go back! Listen to grandpa!"
Alder Locke was stunned for a moment, and seeing his father still secretly gesturing, he huffed unhappily and went back upstairs.
In the morning, when Nathan Moore came downstairs, Olivia Zane was busy arranging bowls and chopsticks at the dining table.
Seeing Nathan Moore with luggage, her heart panicked and she quickly approached him.
"Nathan, are you going on another business trip?" Why didnāt you tell her last night?
"No, big brotherās woman is having her first tour, and a few of us brothers are going to show our support."
"In which city? Do you want me to come with you?" Olivia Zane asked with a smile on her face but didnāt feel good inside; Nicholas Croftās woman was having a concert, and he was going to support her, but without bringing his wife.
"No need, you havenāt fully recovered yet. Just rest at home. Itās just flying over to show support, Iāll be back in a few days."
Nathan Moore gently patted Olivia Zaneās shoulder, then took out his phone and called Ewan Zimmerman with a frown and an unhappy voice.
"Whatās with dragging your feet in picking someone up? Where are you now?"
"President, Iām about to arrive at the villa gate right now."
Ewan checked the time; he was actually ahead by more than ten minutes, so why was he still getting an earful?
"Got it!" Three words, also spoken in an unhappy tone, he hung up the call. Nathan Moore patted Olivia Zaneās shoulder again, "Iām leaving, make sure to eat on time."
After saying that, he walked toward the door with his suitcase.
Watching Nathan Mooreās retreating figure, Olivia Zaneās hands hanging by her sides slowly curled into fists.