fantishu
Chapter 1702
"Why? Is there some sort of beef?"
"Not really."
Harold, while driving, said, "Uncle Xavier's son is back, you know, the one who used to dodge you whenever you tried to touch him when you were kids." "What?"
Sophie frowned.
She had no recollection of the person Harold was talking about.
She grew up in the Aldridge family, later met Jenna, and only saw Adler once during her own coming-of-age party.
"Xavier's son... What's his name..."
Harold thought hard, but he never paid much attention to men's names. His brother had told him several times, but he never took it to heart.
"Colby?"
"Yes! Colby!"
Harold snapped his fingers with one hand, but then he suddenly looked at Sophie, puzzled, and asked, "How did you know? Did my brother tell you?" "No."
Sophie didn't know why she knew that name; it just popped into her head, and she blurted it out even before she realized.
"Then how did you know?"
"It seems... at the coming-of-age party before, Jenna's boyfriend mentioned him."
"Really? I don't remember that."
"But hasn't he been back for two months already?"
"I don't know."
Harold shrugged and said, "It's possible. Maybe it took Uncle Xavier two months to remember he had a son."
Sophie had seen Uncle Xavier many times over the past decade. He was a middle-aged man who coulde capture anyone's attention at first glance.
He was so charming that he could win the hearts of all young girls.
And he didn't look his age at all, a gentleman full of mystery.novelbin
Mrs. Costello was incredibly beautiful, a lady who could captivate anyone.
However, the Costello family members were not fond of socializing and only appeared during the holidays. Sophie wondered what their son looked like.
As Sophie was lost in thought, a sleek black car sped past them.
Harold immediately turned the steering wheel and hit the brakes, but the black car still scraped theirs.
Harold leaned forward to check on Sophie, asking anxiously, "Are you alright? Did you hit yourself?" Sophie was pale but shook her head.
"Damn! Which blind moron?"
Harold got out of the car on the busy street,
blous. He walked up to the
black car, only to find it was a limited edition black Maybach.
More expensive than his car.
Sophie, worried that Harold's temper might escalate the situation, also got out of the car.
The driver got out and said, "I'm terribly sorry. My young master is in a hurry. We'll compensate for the damage."
"Who wants his compensation? So he thinks speeding is okay because he's in a hurry? Who does he think he is?"
Harold was about to say more, but Sophie pulled at him, saying, "We don't want the money for the car. Your car is more damaged than ours."
If they were to really calculate, they might even end up owing money.
If Gordon found out about this, he'd break Harold's legs.
Just as Sophie decided it was better to avoid further trouble and was about to pull Harold away, the
window slowly rolled down
revealing a stunning profile.
The person inside said coldly, "Leave your card with her."