Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 747

Chapter 747

In the early morning, a black Corolla was speeding on the outskirts of

Yeringham.

When it was driven into the mountains, the old car seemed like it could fall

apart at any moment as it made incessant loud noises.

Magnus, who was sitting in the back seat, had to grip the armrest tightly.

“What kind of sin do I have to atone for that I’m here riding in your car?”

“F*ck!” Blake cursed as he drove, bouncing up and down. “Wouldn’t that be

my line? Just what kind of luck do I have that I’m now working for you? Why

did you have to meet someone in this crappy place instead of the meeting

hall in the city?”

Magnus smiled apologetically. “You’re right, it’s not your fault. But it’s not my

fault either. The other party insisted on meeting me here to discuss

cooperation. What can I do? I want to be the heir of the Zelinsky family too.”

“I know you want to, but if you don’t cooperate with this d*mn organization,

you won’t get the two things from the Quillen family, right? You’re useless.”

Blake was not holding himself back.

Magnus pushed his glasses and said, “Nope. It’s because I wanna meet the

so-called Saintess in person. Don’t you wanna know who she is?”

“If I wasn’t curious about her, I wouldn’t have come along with you. We’re

living in the 21st century. It’s rare to know someone who calls themselves a

Saintess.”

Magnus saw through his thoughts and teased, “You pretend to find it

embarrassing, but deep down, you’re actually curious and find this kind of

mysterious movement cool, right?”

“You’re quite perceptive in this aspect,” Blake admitted with a laugh.

Who wouldn’t be curious about a so-called Saintess? Who wouldn’t want to

catch a glimpse of her true appearance?

He hoped that it wouldn’t be a disappointment.

“Speaking of Yeringham, I have a story too,” Blake said suddenly.

“I’m all ears.” Magnus was a very attentive listener. With his humble and polite

appearance, no one would have thought that he was the person sitting at

the pinnacle of Chanaea.

“It was about seven years ago, I think. I came to Yeringham and helped some

unfortunate girls.”

Magnus merely nodded at that. It wasn’t anything special for Blake to help

unfortunate girls. It was his lifelong career.

“That night, I was in a bad mood and got drunk. Then, I took a woman from a

massage parlor. It wasn’t until I woke up in the morning that I realized I didn’t

take any safety precautions. I was so scared. I was afraid that I contracted a

disease.” Blake seemed flustered as he spoke.

Magnus just smiled, thinking that it was pointless to bring up such a trivial

matter. Nonetheless, his well-mannered demeanor restrained him from

interrupting the other party.

Blake then became even more excited. “But unexpectedly, that woman didn’t

have any diseases. And because of this incident, I paid more attention and

later heard that she found someone else to marry and even gave birth to a

premature child! I wonder if I’m a father.”

“I see.” Magnus smiled faintly. “So, are you going to look for that woman now

that you’re back in Yeringham?”

“Find her? No way.” Blake waved his hand repeatedly. “If I become a father,

can I still help those unfortunate girls in the future? It will affect my charity

work, so absolutely not!”

Magnus also smiled. “That’s true. Maybe you’re just overthinking, and that

child isn’t yours at all.”

“Exactly, exactly,” Blake responded excitedly, but he was still uneasy.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have mentioned this matter on purpose.

Finally, they arrived at an open space. There was indeed a wooden house

ahead with a small courtyard surrounded by a flower-filled fence.

It looked quaint and elegant.

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