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Chapter 680
Once Conrad believed that she could drive, she stepped on the gas.
Conrad realized what was happening and said, “Slower.”
“Don’t worry!” Fia rolled down all the car windows. As the autumn wind blew, her long hair flailed wildly in the wind.
Conrad looked at her, stunned. He always thought that she had always been an obedient and calm girl. He didn’t
know that she had a side like that.
She was enveloped by an aura of feral frigidity. She seemed to have transformed into another person.
They sped directly toward Maxwell Corporation. Conrad finally had faith in Fia’s driving skills.
She had mastered how to turn and drift and even cut through other cars. She maintained the best distance
between their car and others.
“Whew! I haven’t had so much fun in such a long time!” Fia unbuckled the seatbelt and let out a sigh.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe turned around to look at Conrad. “No wonder you men love to speed! While it feels great to speed, I can’t drive
like that every day. I’ll get tired so easily and my brain will go blank.”
Conrad nodded. “I agree with your view.”
Fia got out of the car and threw the key to Conrad.
Once he caught it, she said with a smile, “Thanks for giving me this chance.”
It was the first time that she showed how wild she could be.
Conrad took her into the company. When they went by, the receptionist at the front desk said nervously,” Sir,
there’s a package for you.”
Fia curiously looked. After the last time she wrote the wrong telephone number when she couriered something to
him, Silas or Tiger would personally take Conrad’s packages back to the office and would never deliver them to the
front desk.
“It’s the wrong telephone number again,” the receptionist explained. What happened last time caused her to lose
one month’s worth of salary as a penalty. Now, every time a courier delivered a package over, she would never tell
them to put it into storage directly. She would personally make sure of the details before putting it into storage.
Even when somebody else was taking their packages, she would follow them inside the storage, making sure that
they didn’t get the wrong package.
Ever since she received Conrad’s package in the morning, her heart had been thumping nervously. She was worried
that something bad was going to happen again.
“Give it to me, then,” Conrad said coldly.
The receptionist quickly took it out and put it on the counter.
Conrad grabbed it and walked toward the elevator together with Fia.
Fia asked curiously, “Who delivered it to you?”
“I don’t know.” Conrad wasn’t that curious, however. When he got into the office, he immediately dumped the
package onto the sofa. When Fia saw that he went to the washroom, she looked at the package. She looked at the
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmrecipient’s name where Conrad’s full name was written. And then, she looked at the
wrong telephone number.
She looked at the eleven numbers. Fia frowned and looked at it closer, even widening her eyes.
It was those eleven numbers. She wasn’t hallucinating!
She suddenly stood up and hurled the small package away, her face turning pale.
Conrąd walked out and saw what happened, and quickly ran toward her.
“What is it?”
Fia avoided his hand and looked at him.
“Who sent you that?”
“I don’t know,” Conrad said. However, even he started to notice that something was wrong and quickly ran to pick
up the package that she threw.
When he read the numbers on it, he frowned as he squeezed the package until it warped.
Fia could see the reaction on his face, and she instantly theorized a few bad situations.
The number on the package was no one else’s but Esme’s.
The number she used when she was still alive.
“Can we open it?” Fia said as she pretended to be calm.