Chapter 792

Chapter 792 She’s Destined to Be My Wife Neera saw her pale face, and couldn’t bear to make her worry anymore. So, she nodded her head and changed the topic to avoid talking about the matter at hand.

“Yeah, she’s probably with her friends, but we’re not sure where they are though.”

“Really?

As soon as Marie heard that she was with her friends, her lit eyes 1. up.

“Is she alright?”

Obadiah was staring at Neera anxiously too.

Neera slightly pursed her lips and vaguely replied: “She should be alright.”

Obadiah and Marie had always given their 100% trust towards whatever she said.

They then sighed in relief, and felt more relaxed.

Obadiah even comforted his wife. “Thora’s fine. You can relax yourself a bit more now. You should take good care of yourself first. That should be your priority.”

Marie sighed again. “The little girl. She pays no mind to any of our worries at all. She’s much older now, yet she’s still behaving like a child, to run away henever she doesn’t get what she wants.”

Obadiah too, let out a long sigh. “I thought she would learn her lesson, seeing her age. I never thought that she had pent up all this anger towards me!”

He had felt worried yet furious the past two days.

Marie glanced at her husband anxiously and reminded him: “She’s already so big now. When she comes home, you can say what you want to say to her, or even scold her and let her kneel in the ancestral hall. But just don’t act so cruelly to her again.”

Obadiah glared back at her. “How would she learn her lesson if I don’t hit her? She doesn’t even listen to us on any regular day!”

Marie became perturbed, and sat up straight.

“She’s still just a girl, Obadiah. Your punishment the last time was already enough…”

Seeing that the couple was about to engage in an argument, Neera stepped in to appease the two.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hanson, don’t panic. We still haven’t found her yet. Just wait until after she comes back to tell her what you want to tell her.”

Saying that, she looked at Obadiah and advised him directly. “Sir, Mrs. Hanson still hasn’t recovered fully yet, so I don’t think you should argue with her.”

The corner of Obadiah’s mouth twitched for a bit as he turned his head away and remained silent.

Marie leaned back on the bed again, and held Neera’s hand, sighing and praising.

“Thora is such a foolish child. If only she was as smart and obedient as you.”

“Don’t you worry now, Mrs. Hanson. It’s more important to take care of yourself first.”

After Neera comforted her, she went back to the office.

“Has Zephyr returned yet?” She asked Neil before she stepped in the office.

Neil shook his head. “Not yet.”

Neera pursed her lips. She could only wait patiently now.

Meanwhile, in a dark basement of a bar.

Thora, who was being searched for by everyone, her hands were tied behind her back, and was thrown on the floor like a piece of torn rag cloth.

The stale and foul smell of the basement made her gag with every breath.

She struggled to get up, but her back was burning with pain. It was excruciating.

Not to mention that even her hair was pulled, her face was stepped on, her shoulder was kicked…

Every inch of her body felt like it was run over by a car. It made her feel miserable.

Her spirit was about to brak!

She didn’t understand why she had to endure such misfortune!

Neera’s men were the ones who caused John to lose his hand. So why didn’t they go after Neera, but came after her instead?

It was all that b*tch’s fault!

Resentment surged into her heart, flowed through her veins and crystalized itself into her bones. It drove her mad.

Her bloodshot eyes were fixed at the door that was seal shut, as she gritted her teeth.

She wanted to make that b*tch’s life a living hell after she gets out of here!

While she was trapped inside the basement, a stretched Rolls Royce pulled up outside the bar.

In the spacious interior of the car, a mixed–race man was sipping red wine leisurely.

Next to him, there was a seventeen year–old girl who was still wearing a lolita skirt. “Do you really want to save that woman and deliver her to Neera Garcia?” She asked curiously.

The man smirked, and spoke slowly. “Of course.”

The girl pursed her lips. “Do you really like her? She already has children? Do you not care about that at all?”

The man drank his wine again. There was a careless smile than hung from his lips.

“So what about it? Chad Gordon wants to train her to be his successor. That means that she’s destined to be my future wife. It was agreed upon by the two families back then.”

“But you don’t even know if she’s willing to marry you! Plus, her surname isn’t Gordon!” The girl argued.

“It doesn’t matter what her surname is.”

The man’s knuckled fingers held onto his wine glass and shook it around. “As long as she is the successor to Chad Gordon, I will not tolerate any rejection.”

Just as she wanted to continue on arguing, the man exuded a cold, domineering aura.

“Stop sitting around now. Go get her out. I don’t want to wait long.”

The girl pursed her lips, got out of the car and walked into the bar.