Chapter 670

The maid put down the shears and answered respectfully, “They’re pumping the pool, Debbie. Carlos

asked them to fill it in with concrete.” Debbie’s jaw dropped.

“With concrete? Why?” ‘Does he hate to swim? Or did he almost drown?’

The maid shook her head.

“I have no idea. Why not ask Carlos?”

“Okay. Thanks. I’ll let you get back to work.” Despite her curiosity, she didn’t plan to ask Carlos.

She came to the parking lot, and stared at the cars, wondering whether she should drive on her own

She was still a little gun-shy, given what happened the last time she was behind the wheel.

She decided to ask Matan to drive her for now.

Matan came by soon, and Debbie got in the car he drove. As the car approached the gates to the

manor, they opened to admit a military car

It was a GAZ Tigr 4×4 Infantry Mobility Vehicle, manufactured by the

Russians. This was the closest thing the army had to a HUMVEE. There were only 3, 000 of those

things made. Many were still roadworthy.

‘Wait, could it be?’ Debbie realized who it was.

She was about to ask Matan to pull over so that she could say hi to

Wesley, but then the Tigr stopped. It was blocking the way.

“Debbie, it’s Wesley,” Matan reminded her.

Debbie nodded as she pushed the car door open and got out.

Wesley also jumped out of his car, and fixed his sharp gaze upon her.

Despite his reluctance, he greeted her politely, “Hi, Debbie.”

Noticing his livid face, Debbie guessed this was about Megan.

“Hello,

Wesley,” she said with a smile.

Wesley nodded and got straight to the point.

“I’m here for you.”

“Oh, really? Why?” she asked.

“I want you to apologize to Megan. She’s very unstable right now,”