Wrong Love, Final Goodbye: She'll Never Look Back-Chapter 346: Dare to Go Upstairs With Me?

Vincent Hawthorne smiled, lazily leaning back in the chair, looking at Leah Thorne outside the window.

Perhaps it was the superiority that age and status brought him.

At this moment, Vincent felt like he was looking at Leah as if he were a god, scrutinizing a willing sacrificial offering.

Life or death, it was all up to him.

Leah waited nervously for a long while, finally hearing the man’s languid voice with a hint of intoxication.

"Are you sure you want to send me off?"

"Yes!" She did not hesitate.

"Anywhere?"

"...Anywhere!"

She had the desire and ambition to climb higher, and the ladder to reach the clouds was right in front of her, only a fool wouldn’t grasp it.

Vincent closed his eyes and chuckled, "Get in the car."

Leah’s heart, which had been in suspense, fell back into her chest, but it was still beating rapidly. She got in the car, gripping the steering wheel of this hundreds of thousands worth luxury car.

"Mr. Hawthorne, where are we going?"

She used the most innocent demeanor, not asking him where he was going, but rather saying we.

Vincent lifted his eyelids slightly, meeting Leah’s gaze in the rearview mirror. For a moment, Leah had a feeling of being seen through and nervously tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

Vincent indeed saw through her, but he liked the way she thought she was smart in front of him, clever enough to be seen through, yet not overwhelming him.

If Tanya Sinclair had understood this, would they have ended up here?

Vincent closed his eyes and said, "Just drive."

"Okay."

Leah obediently drove on the road, occasionally stealing a glance at Vincent Hawthorne in the back seat. He had his eyes closed, face flushed, as if he had fallen asleep drunk.

But suddenly Vincent spoke.

"You’re good at driving."

"Thank you." Leah smiled, "I sometimes work as a chauffeur."

Vincent opened his eyes, "Really short on money?"

"I want to make money," she paused and said, "I want to make a lot of money."

Vincent seemed intrigued, adjusting himself to a more comfortable position, "How much is a lot?"

Leah responded seriously, "Ten million, maybe!"

Vincent laughed, "Having a goal, very good."

Leah wanted to say more, but Vincent’s phone rang, and she wisely shut her mouth.

Vincent picked up the call and put it on speaker.

Joy’s soft voice came through, "Daddy, when are you coming back?"

"Daddy’s not sure yet. Do you miss Daddy?"

"I do. Daddy, I want to stay over at Mom’s tomorrow too."

"Alright, Daddy will take you."

Joy hesitated a bit, "Daddy, can Aunt Tawny come pick me up instead? You’re so busy. You don’t have to take me yourself."

Vincent’s smile faded a lot, and Leah immediately felt that the initially light atmosphere inside the car turned heavy.

"Who taught you to say that? Your mom?"

"No, no." Joy sounded a bit panicked, although her father was her favorite, she feared him too, "I’m sorry, Daddy, don’t be mad... It was, it was me..."

Vincent closed his eyes, raised his hand to pinch his brow, his tone softening again.

"Alright, sweetheart, go to bed early when it’s time. Daddy still has some things to do, I’ll hang up for now, I’ll bring you a gift when I get back."

"Okay, Daddy, don’t drink too much. It’ll hurt your stomach."

Vincent chuckled silently, "Hmm."

After hanging up, Vincent paused for a moment and gave the address of a residential area. It was a mid-to-high-end residential area opposite Westgard Pharmaceuticals, and Leah had a part-time job that required her to pass by there, but she didn’t expect Vincent to own a house there.

Leah couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. Hawthorne, do you have a house there?"

"Hmm, two units." He opened his eyes, half-truthfully, "If you like, we can go take a look tonight, I’ll give you one."

Leah half-sincerely joked back, "Then from now on, Mr. Hawthorne will be my boss. Such a generous and good boss."

Vincent didn’t continue the conversation, and Leah held her tongue, driving steadily all the way. In the middle, she suddenly noticed a familiar card stuck in the crease of the seat.

She glanced at Vincent secretly, seeing his eyes closed, she carefully took it out.

It was her library card.

Previously left in the car.

Leah assumed Vincent might come to school to return it to her. But she waited for nothing.

She thought maybe Vincent had casually thrown it away. So she gave up thinking about it.

But unexpectedly, he neither sought her out nor threw it away.

Leah quietly pushed the library card back in as if she hadn’t seen it.

Upon arriving at the destination, she parked in the underground garage.

Leah got out first and opened the car door for Vincent.

"Mr. Hawthorne, we’re here."

Vincent said, "Thank you."

He took a few hundred-dollar bills from his bag and handed them to her, then walked ahead.

Leah hesitated and then caught up, "Mr. Hawthorne, I... I couldn’t find my library card. I wanted to ask if you’ve seen it?"

Vincent looked up at her, his gaze deep, suddenly smiling, "It’s upstairs, dare to come up and take it? Hmm?"