Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!

Chapter 162 Hunter's Purpose

Sydney frowned. "Grandma told you to send me back?"

Julien's eyes flashed slightly. "Yeah."

"But in the ward, she didn’t insist on it when I refused you for sending me back. Why would she suddenly tell you to send me back now? Julien Flint, are you lying to me?" Sydney examined him.

Julien pulled open the car door. "No, Grandma said that it's getting dark and she's worried if you go back alone, so she decided to let me go after you and send you back. Alright, just get in the car. You don't want Grandma to worry, right?"

Sydney fell silent and finally sighed. "Fine."

At those words, she bent down and got in the car.

Julien's brows relaxed imperceptibly when he saw this.

It seemed like she believed him.

Then, Julien closed the door of the backseat, walked around to the front, and got in the driver's seat. "Back to Shallow Bay?"

Sydney looked out the window and hummed softly.

Julien pursed his lips and started the car.

Along the way, Sydney did not say a single word to him. She did not want to talk to him, nor did she have anything to say to him.

Julien looked at her a few times through the rearview mirror. Her expression was hidden in the shadow of the car, so he could not see it clearly.

The quiet Sydney made him feel very uncomfortable.

In these six years, it was not like he had never been in a car with Sydney before.

Back then, Sydney was still in love with him and actively started conversations in the car. However, he only listened and never answered. Sometimes, he even felt that she was too annoying for talking too much and told her to shut up.

Now that she shut up and no longer took the initiative to talk to him, he felt upset instead.

At those thoughts, Julien moved his lips. He did not know what he was thinking, but he suddenly took the initiative to speak. "Are you and Luke planning to get married?"

"Huh?" Sydney paused, obviously surprised that he suddenly asked that question.

"I don't know," she shook her head and replied.

A glimmer of light flashed in Julien's eyes. Before he could put away the trace of happiness in his heart, he heard Sydney continue, "Maybe in the future. After all, he's very kind to me, and Mr. and Mrs. Chase also treat me very well. I'll be happy if I marry Luke."

Julien clenched the steering wheel, his expression slightly unpleasant.

He could tell that he was satirizing him and the Flint family.

However, he had to admit that Luke was really kind to her. Her marriage with Luke would be better than her marriage with him.

Although that was the truth, Julien found it uncomfortable and irritable.

He tugged his tie and said with a cold and hard voice,' Is that so? Then I hope you get what you wish for."

"Thank you, President Flint. I also wish you and Ms. Madden a long and happy life together," Sydney said with a bright smile.

Julien pursed his thin lips and did not respond.

A long and happy life?

For some reason, he did not like that blessing. There was nothing wrong with the words themselves, but he did not like that she was blessing Lyra and him.

The two fell silent again, and the atmosphere grew even more depressing than before.

Sydney felt that the man driving was in a bad mood, but she did not know the reason nor did she want to. Thus, she simply took out her earphones and listened to music.

Julien noticed this, and the air around him became even colder.

She made him unhappy, but she continued to listen to music without caring about him.

It really pissed him off.

Before long, they arrived at Shallow Bay.

Julien parked the car, and Sydney opened the door to go out.

Standing by the side of the road, she let out a sudden " ah” and then pulled out a 20-dollar bill from her wallet again. She knocked on the window. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The window of the backseat wound down, and Julien turned his head from the driver's seat to look at her through the open window. "Do you need anything else?"

There was an imperceptible expectation in his tone.

"No, I just forgot to give you the fare." Sydney smiled distantly and threw the money into the window. Then, she lifted her foot and walked toward the building.

Julien looked at her back and then at the money in the backseat. His thin lips pursed coldly.

The next day, Sydney went to the office.

Sophie came in. "President Raines, President Cohen is here to see you."

"Hunter Cohen?" Sydney paused before putting down her bag.

Sophie nodded. "Yes."

"What's he here for?" Sydney pulled out her chair and sat down.

Sophie said, "President Cohen didn't say. He just said that he had something to tell you."

"Alright, tell him to come in," Sydney turned on the computer while answering.

Hunter would not come to find her for no reason.

It seemed like what he wanted to say was very important.

Soon, Hunter entered with an envelope in his hand. Instead of his usual sloppy look, his expression was unusually solemn this time, making Sydney a little unaccustomed to it.

"Have a seat." Sydney pointed to the chair across her and then looked at Sophie. "Get President Cohen a cup of coffee."

"Yes," Sophie answered and went out.

There were only Sydney and Hunter left in the office.

Sydney looked at him. "You said you have something to tell me. What is it?"

Hunter handed her the folder. "Do you remember that time you almost fell off the horse?"

Sydney nodded. "Of course."

She had been scared out of her wits that time. How could she forget?

"Is what you're going to say related to me almost falling off the horse?" Sydney asked.

Hunter hummed. "Actually, that incident wasn't an accident."

"What?" Sydney was stunned and stopped opening the file. "It's not an accident?"

"Yep. It was deliberate," Hunter answered with a serious expression.

"How could that be? Luke told me that it was an accident. You were also present when the investigation was going on," Sydney said with a frown.

Hunter leaned back. "Yes, the result of the investigation back then was that it was an accident. However, when I went out to ride on my horse the next day..."

He told the story of how he found the musk at that time.

After listening, Sydney's hands clenched. "So, that's what happened."

From afar, Lyra manipulated the horse to go berserk and throw Sydney off its back. This method could indeed make people think that it was just an accident instead of associating it with Lyra. Even if there was a suspicion, there was no evidence tying it to Lyra because she never went to the stables the entire time nor did she touch Sydney's horse.

This was the same as when Lyra used the snake to try to kill her. It seemed like that beating that night was not enough!

However, it did not matter. She would settle the scores for all that Lyra and the Madden family did to her!

"What's this?" Sydney took a deep breath and asked, suppressing the burst of anger in her heart.

Hunter looked at her. "I thought you'd be furious after learning about this."

"Of course, I'm furious, but there's no point in getting angry now. It's better to take note of this account and settle it later." Sydney pursed her lips.

Hunter smiled. "You're quite open-minded. That's a fingerprint analysis report. The fingerprints on the glass bottle match Lyra Madden's."

Sydney quickly pulled out the document inside and looked at it carefully. After reading it, her eyes narrowed. "This is evidence that Lyra deliberately tried to harm me by throwing me off a horse. Why would you be so kind to me? Tell me, what's your purpose for investigating these for me?"

She did not believe that Hunter investigated this purely because he did not want his friend to get hurt.

After all, they were not close friends at all.

Hunter clapped his hands and laughed. "Sure enough, it's easiest to talk to smart people. Yes, I have a purpose. However, it's not an excessive one." "Tell me." Sydney put down the document and looked at him with her arms crossed.

Hunter's expression became serious again. "I want you to let me handle this matter. You're the victim, so I came here especially to tell you that. How about it? I'm being pretty respectful to you,

right?"