Chapter 532

Carlson and Yvonne were busy seeing off the guests. I was unsure where Tyler had gone. A man

walked up t o me and I looked up to see that it was Zedd.

"I didn't know you were here," I blandly said.

His countenance was dark. "You did it?"

I nodded to admit.

I did it and had no plans of hiding it, nor did I want to hide it.

Zedd took a deep breath and said sarcastically, "I thought you'd stop hurting Cindy. I didn't know

you still refused to give up."

"You're not me." I looked coldly at him. "Don't impose your ideas on me."

He shrugged. "Indeed.”

After a pause, he continued, "But just a gentle reminder. You now have a prominent family and

Theo loves you very much. You have now become a woman envied by many. I hope you know

where to stop and call it quits. Just spend the rest of your life with Theo i n peace.”

"Am I supposed to forget about my child who was murdered just because of what you said?"

"Wanda Lane, you're such a fool. Do you think you're invincible just because you have that bit of

evidence?"

Zedd's eyes were filled with endless mockery. "Maybe you should get to know Grayson more and

the things h e was involved in in his early years. Do you think those bits of evidence you have now

can give you the right to trample on Petra?

"I don't expect you to understand anything. I’m just advising you to stay put and spend the rest of

your life with Theo in peace. Don't do foolish things like that anymore.”

I found it amusing that he was lecturing me here. "If you're so nosy, Mr. Zedd, then you should

probably change jobs. I think an old folks home is the place for you."

“You don't know what’s good for you!" Zedd exploded." I'm giving you good advice!"

I sneered. "Mr. Zedd, haven’t you heard that good advice jars the ears and no one likes hearing

them?"

In Zedd’s opinion, I was tremendously obstinate right now. He glared furiously at me for a very long

time before turning around to leave.

After sending the guests away, Tyler came back. When he walked over, I was sitting on a chair

daydreaming.

His fingers gently touched my forehead. "What are you thinking about?”

I came back to my senses and shook my head.

He asked, "Do you want to go back to the Schumans’ place or go home?"

I was in a bad mood at the moment and would have the wish to be dead if Theo argued with me.

I got up from the chair. "To the Schumans’ place."

After walking out of the hotel, a Koenigsegg One:l, a rare car model of which there were only six in

the world, was parked at the main entrance. This was a car that money could not buy.

Several guests who had not yet driven off were looking at this car, all of them casting envious looks

at it.

Just as I was still wondering who the owner of this car was, a familiar-looking man got out of the car.

Theo’s driver?

"It’s too cold outside, Mrs. Grant. Get in," the driver said with a smile.

I pursed my lips. "I’m not going home."

"But..." The driver looked like he was put in a difficult position. "Mr. Grant is sick. Quite serious too.

He needs to go to the doctor as soon as possible. If you don’t get in, Mr. Grant won't see a doctor.”