Arianne half-jokingly said, “I sold off most of your cars when the company was in peril before. I suppose you still can’t drop that, can you? Are you trying to use your son’s birthday present as an excuse to fill up your garage again? How old do you think Smore is? He’s just about to turn three years old on his next birthday, what could he possibly understand? Even if you bought it, wouldn’t it be you who’s the one driving? You should stop buying so many cars and keeping them as an exhibition, wasting your resources. We’ll be fine as long as we have sufficient cars.”
Mark’s lips curled into a smile. “Yes, my wifey’s right. Let’s not buy it then. Smore, it’s not that papa doesn’t love you, but your mama’s the one who’s being strict.”
When she heard the word “wifey”, Arianne’s hair stood upright, although her heart was elated at the same time. It was a rare sight for him to be such a smooth talker. Everyone had been feeling stressed with everything that had happened recently, it was rare to see such “fair weather” that day. Although it was still raining with some snow mixed within, to Arianne, the weather was very fair.
After searching for the whole day, it was normal for them to not have found any leads. Plus, neither of them were too hopeful when they went out to search for her in the first place. They were still unable to find her despite having sent out a handful of men after her. It would really be striking the jackpot for them if they had managed to find her on the streets.
When they returned to the Tremont Estate, Mark headed to his study and constantly stayed on his phone, his activities obviously related to Shelly.
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