Chapter 330

From time to time, she smelt the mint scent from Brayden. Jenna

flushed, her heart thumping.

After arriving at the parking lot of the airport, Brayden carried the

suitcases out of the trunk and reminded Jenna, "Follow me. It's too

crowded here."

Jenna nodded vigorously.

"Jenna!" suddenly, a familiar voice sounded nearby.

Jenna yanked her head up to check in surprise, only to find Aldo

striding toward her.

Cristal, who dressed up, followed him in high heels. "Wait, Aldo! What

are you doing?"

Flames of anger burned in Aldo's eyes. Seeing Jenna standing with

Brayden, he felt they were a perfect match.

Boiling with anger, he snapped, "Why are you with him? Where are you

going?"

"None of your business," Jenna replied coldly.

She looked up at Brayden and suggested, “Let's go, Brayden.”

Aldo, however, didn't want to let go of her. He strode up to block her

way. "Come back, Jenna. Don't stay with the Wrights anymore. The

Carson's is your home."

"Are you kidding me, Mr. Carson?" Jenna sneered, repressing her

heartache. "Your mother made a fuss in the Wright residence and

shouted abuse at me. Now you tell me Carson's is my home."

After a pause, she continued, "Mr. Carson, thank you for raising me.

However, I'm only the obstacle in your life."

Brayden pulled a bank card from his wallet and passed it to Aldo.

"There are five million dollars in this card. Mr. Carson, it should be

enough to pay off her expenses when she stayed with your family.”

It was an evident humiliation.

Aldo gazed at Brayden in hatred and couldn't believe Brayden

humiliated him with money.

As the son of the Carson family, Aldo had never thought someone

would embarrass him with money one day.

Brayden was just the mayor's son, but he was indeed arrogant.

Aldo's eyes were full of rage.

He flicked the bank card away and snapped, "Mr. Wright, you are

humiliating me."

"Mr. Carson, Jenna has left you. Please don't pester her again.”

Brayden looked at Aldo, thinking about how the Carsons made a fuss in

his house and how he fought with Aldo.

They had become sworn enemies.

“Let's go, Brayden. Or we'll be late for the flight.” Jenna tugged

Brayden's sleeve.

Brayden looked down at her tenderly and answered, "All right.”

When Aldo was about to follow them, Cristal stopped him angrily and

reminded him crossly, "Aldo Carson, what the heck are you doing? You

promised to send me to learn to play the piano abroad. Why are you

doing this?"

Aldo pushed her away impatiently and turned away.

Cristal had to follow him angrily.

After boarding the plane, Jenna peered out of the window blankly.

She felt upset once thinking about Aldo.

However, she would never return to the Carson's, and she couldn't.

The Carsons disliked her, and she would never want to be Aldo's

burden anymore.

Aldo brought her up, so she decided to make money to repay him.

However, she had changed utterly.

She was no longer the girl who only cared about Aldo and was

delighted by his loving words or encouragement.

A hospital.

After Deshawn harassed Poppy, Franklin sent his bodyguards to

protect her.

Also, he quickly found out who had drugged Poppy at the film set last

time.

Gianna's assistant had done it.

Although Poppy's body wasn't injured, James insisted on taking her to

the hospital for an overall checkup.

While waiting for the checkup result, Poppy put on a mask as her face

was still red and swollen, too horrible.

Two hours later, the doctor walked out of the checkup room solemnly.

"Doc, how's my sister? Is she all right?" James asked tensely.

"She has some bruises and wounds, but there is a weird poison inside

her body. According to our skills and facilities in this hospital, we failed

to detect what it was."

The doctor looked over at Poppy seriously. "Miss Maskelyne, do you

have any special reactions?"

Poppy was taken aback and couldn't believe what she had heard.

She looked at the doctor in disbelief.

Was she poisoned because of the glass of water she drank?

She almost stopped breathing. The lingering fear made her tense and

upset.

After recalling her health status recently, she answered, “No special

feelings..."

"Probably the incubation period of this poison is too long. Miss

Maskelyne, you must find a way to get rid of it. It's an unknown poison.

I'll have a consultation with other experts in our hospital and keep you

updated,” the doctor said solemnly.

"OK. Thank you." Poppy nodded in appreciation.

James panicked, like a cat on hot bricks. "Damn Gianna Krause! How

dare she poison you! I won't let go of her."

"Don't be reckless, James." Poppy tugged his arm and said in

frustration, "I wonder what I've done wrong to offend her. How could

she drug me? If you just ask her, she won't admit it."

"What can we do then?" James pressed his lips together angrily. "I'll tell

Sylvia."

Poppy was frustrated. She had been poisoned, and the doctor told her

the incubation period of the poison was pretty long. After it took effect,

she would suffer greatly.

It was like a time bomb that could explode at any time. Then she would

be doomed.

She was too young. She hadn't witnessed Franklin remarry Sylvia or

seen her nephew or niece. She didn't want to die.

The more Poppy thought about it, the more upset she became.

Sitting in the car, she closed her eyes.

Lobby of Night Sky Club.

Under the colorful neon lights, Sylvia saw Logan with a single glimpse.

He wore a flowery shirt and black jeans. However, the outfit didn't

match his bright, righteous look.

Sylvia walked to him and sat down. "Why did you want to meet me

here?"

"We need to enjoy life occasionally.” Logan put on a bitter smile.

"Cheers, Sylvia!"

He raised his glass. Arching her eyebrow, Sylvia clinked hers with his.

They gulped the liquor down in one go.

Only then did Sylvia recall what day it was. Then she glanced at Logan

in compassion.

It was about his personal life. Logan would be super depressed on this

day of every year.

"Mr. Maskelyne, our private box is in the innermost. This way, please.”

With a hand stuffed in a pocket of his slack, Franklin followed a chubby

man. His bodyguards in black followed him.

When his gaze swept around the lobby leisurely, his sharp eyes caught

sight of the charming woman drinking with Logan.

Her gorgeous features looked enchanting under the colorful lights. She

wore a black Chiffon blouse, under which was a short black camisole

that revealed her belly button.

Her fair, slender waist and flat lower abdomen were exposed to the air.

“Damn it!"

She was like a rose blossoming in the dark night, but she had no idea

how many men were gazing at her.

Franklin took a deep breath.

Although they were far away and crowds apart, and the lights were

shiny and dazzling, he could see Sylvia clearly with a single glance.

Her lovely face and tender, pink lips seemed carved in his mind.

Franklin entirely focused on her.

He was always like this. No matter how long it had been and what had

happened, he could always recognize her among the crowds.

Watching her drink with Logan, he realized she had never drunk so

generously in his presence.

Even though she gulped down the liquors, she looked cool and smart.

Her fingers that gripped the glass were fair and smooth. Her neck was

slender.

Seeing Logan approach her with a grin, Franklin turned around and

strode toward the innermost of the corridor.

Sylvia felt an intense gaze on her. When she raised her head to find it,

it was gone.

She stood up and tossed the glass to the table. “I need to use the

bathroom.”

"Go ahead. Make it quick. Mark and Vaild will also join us later. Let's

drink together.” Logan hiccuped.