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Chapter 35: Chapter 35: Edward Stephens, what you once promisedhas finally ctrue.

Emily Ginger was shoved into the passenger seat, buckled up with a seatbelt. Edward Stephens got into the car

and drove toward the Ginger Residence.

The woman in the passenger seat had a cold, pretty face, her expression frosty enough to freeze.

Edward pretended not to notice, acting as if he saw nothing.

He had never coaxed anyone before, and he felt there was no need to.

His relationship with Emily Ginger wasn’t one that involved coaxing; driving her back was simply what a normal

man should do.

If anything really happened to Emily Ginger on this road, he doubted he could truly pretend it had nothing to do

with him.

The drive was quiet, and he found it somewhat amusing that when she deliberately annoyed him, she was

terribly noisy, yet when she was angry, she turned quiet without a word.

He even maliciously wondered if he should use this to shut her up in the future...

Emily Ginger leaned on her hand, looking out the window at the dappled shadows of trees passing by like mist

over her face. She had a cool demeanor and didn’t say a word.

The drive was smooth, and an hour later, the car stopped at the Ginger Residence’s gates.

Abigail Perry and Emily Ginger were not at home. In the vast Ginger mansion, only a night light was on in the

hall. At this moment, standing at the door, it loomed like a dormant beast, and Emily stood at its mouth as if she

were about to be swallowed whole.

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Actually, Emily’s company was a bit far from the old mansion. She had an apartment in the city center but

insisted on coming back here every night to stay. Who knows what she was thinking?

Edward Stephens rolled down the car window, turned his head to look at the woman standing at the door. She

stood there barefoot, slightly pursing her lips, looking still a bit unhappy, puffing her cheeks.

Edward warned, "Don’t callfor nothing."

Emily Ginger chuckled coolly, "OK. Let's see who calls who then."

Edward snorted, too lazy to argue. After saying his piece, he rolled up the window and turned the car around.

Just about to drive off, there was a loud "bang" on the windshield. Something had been hurled at it; Edward

focused and saw that it was a high heel.

It was the high heel that Emily was holding.

He turned his head and saw Emily carrying her bag, walking into the house without looking back.

Today, he had been attacked twice by her high heels.

Looking at the black high heel scattered on the hood, Edward couldn't help but roll his eyes, cursing, "...Crazy

woman."

Could this woman stop throwing whatever she had at hand?

*

The servants in the mansion were all asleep.

The servant watching the night on the sofa woke up as she entered, groggy, sat up rubbing her eyes, and called

out, "Miss, you're back. Would you like something to eat?"

"Go back to your room and sleep," Emily advised. "You don’t have to wait up for anyone."

The servant hesitated, instinctively

wanting to ask about Abigail Persy

and ony Ginger, bit (odkihg at

Emily's Rduette and recalling their

relationship, she didn't dare ask

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Emily Ginger, barefoot, went straight upstairs.

Growing up in this familiar house, it now exuded an unusually unfamiliar aura at night.

She clearly remembered sitting in the

dining room with Edward Stephens,

eating the Bes Wie Lésser made

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How did everyone disappear in the blink of an eye?

She rarely felt vulnerable, perhaps from the exhaustion of a whole day’s running around.

Emily entered the bedroom, locked the door tightly. Only in this familiar room did she find a moment's respite.

She sat on the bed in a daze for a

while, then took out two wedding

certificates fromm He tag, Sewn

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Edward Stephens, you once promised me, and finally, it has ctrue.