Chapter 828

Chapter 828 He’s Mine Neera happened to notice the two as they were leaving the cafe.

She was asked to meet at the last minute by a client and no idea Kyra and Wrenn would be here.

This discovery made her displeased and sullen.

My marriage with Jean has ended, but his parents haven’t given up on us and have followed us all the way here. What are they planning to do? And what is Kyra up to this time?

Neera stared at them.

Kyra seemed to notice her gaze and turned around.

The two locked gazes in mid–air.

After a while, Neera withdrew her gaze indifferently, as if it didn’t bother her. She immediately went to the second floor.

Kyra stared at her back. Her gaze became sinister.

Neera, I’m never going to let you win! Just wait and see! You have three children with Jean, but the one who eventually gets him will be me!

Wrenn noticed Kyra standing still and asked, “What are you looking at?”

Kyra regained her composure. She shifted her gaze to Wrenn.

“It’s nothing; I thought I saw someone I know, but I was mistaken,” she smiled, concealing her emotions in her eyes. “Let’s go.”

Wrenn cast a glance toward the second floor. She didn’t give it much thought. She nodded and followed Kyra to the car.

Kyra didn’t return to her hotel but instead gave the driver directions to another location.

“Take me here,” she demanded.

The driver took a quick look at the address, stepped on the gas, and drove toward the destination.

Kyra got out of the car thirty minutes later.

An extremely luxurious castle, which was grand and beautiful, stood in front of her.

“I’m here to see Mr. Arthur. Please let him know that Kyra Marks is here.”

The security guards stood at the door, asked her to wait a moment, then went inside to deliver the message.

Arthur was a classmate of Kyra’s. He was also a nobleman in Essley. This man used to be obsessed with her.

Even though Kyra had turned him down, when they graduated from college, Arthur told her that if she ever required help, she could always come to him.

Kyra had exhausted all of her options. She had no other choice but to ask for Arthur’s help.

A few minutes later, the guards were given the green light, and they slowly opened the gate.

“Ms. Marks, please come in,” he said in a respectful demeanor.

After Kyra entered the castle, he personally escorted her to the main castle.

Servants were waiting at the castle’s entrance. Upon spotting her, the two maids hurriedly opened the door for her.

Following that, a middle–aged man entered and greeted her politely, “Hello, Ms. Marks. I’m Marshall, the butler. I’ll take you to see Mr. Arthur. He’s expecting you.”

Kyra relished the feeling of being pampered by others. She straightened her back, nodded slightly, and walked in arrogantly.

A foreign man with long, shoulder–length hair was waiting for her in the hall.

He looked pleasantly surprised when he spotted Kyra. He quickly dashed over.

This man had a noble temperament about him. His golden eyes sparkled with joy and excitement.

“Cupcake, you are finally here to see me.”

He couldn’t hold back his emotions and hugged Kyra as he spoke.

Neera remained grumpy after returning to the office. She was a little absent–minded, and her thoughts were always drawn to the Beauvorts.

She couldn’t stop wondering.

Did Jean know his parents are here? What are they trying to do?

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became.

Neil picked up on her irritation. He poured her a glass of water and asked worriedly, “Ms. Garcia, are you tired? You should probably go home and get some rest. You can trust me with the rest.”

Neera knew she shouldn’t work. It was inefficient to accomplish anything today, given her mood. In the end, she consented.

She looked around when she got home, but didn’t see Jean or the kids.

“Where are you guys?” she called Jean and asked.

“I take the kids for a walk,” Jean responded warmly. “What’s the problem?”

Neera was a little sensitive. She couldn’t help but wonder, “Where did you go? Just for a stroll?”

Jean replied, “Of course.”

Then he asked, “What’s wrong? Something is off about your tone.”