Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 964: Chapter 964: Even If I Go to Hell, I’ll Drag Enna Clark with Me

She paused, hatred in her eyes intensifying, “Brother William is gone! I won’t let her off! I will never let her off!”

The person was right, what did she have to be afraid of, she had nothing left! It was Enna Clark who caused her to lose everything! That bastard child born to the mistress even dared to insult her, to let her be auctioned in an underground sale! She wouldn’t let Enna Clark off, never!

Hadn’t William Sullivan said he regretted it?

Hah, she would make him regret it for a lifetime!

The person who was pinching her chin seemed satisfied with her mad appearance, let go of her hand, picked up a handkerchief beside him, and wiped his fingers. He spoke indifferently, “Good, remember, this is your last chance. Don’t say I haven’t given you a chance. This is the last time, if you seize it, you can have your revenge.”

“I’ll make her life a living hell!”

The man glanced at her disdainfully, as if looking at trash, opened the car door, stepped out, and said to Jasmine Clark inside, “All right, then do as I told you before.”

Jasmine Clark stretched out her trembling hand, placing it on the steering wheel. Her hands still shook uncontrollably until they touched the wheel, then her eyes were completely overtaken by madness, and she gripped the steering wheel fiercely! A vicious expression spread over her, her gaze locked onto Enna Clark’s car in the distance!

If she was going to hell, she would drag Enna Clark down with her!

…

Ten minutes later.

Enna Clark and Lyle Westbrook came out.

The driver opened the car door for her, and she said politely to Lyle Westbrook, “Mr. Westbrook, thank you for today. I’ll get in the car first.”

“Enna,” Lyle Westbrook suddenly called her.

Enna Clark stopped and turned around, puzzled, “Yes?”

Lyle Westbrook’s deep features were shadowed in the sunlight, and looking against the light, his expression was unclear, but one could feel an assertive aura exuding from him, “Don’t call me Mr. Westbrook, just call me by my name, I’m Lyle Westbrook!”

Every time she called him Mr. Westbrook or Mr. Howell, it created a sense of distance.

As if she was deliberately keeping a distance between them.

“At the hospital in Capital City, you said we were friends,” Lyle’s gaze firmly fixed on her. Although his tone was calm, it brought an imposing feeling, “Now that I’m no longer called Wyndham Howell, do we need to act like strangers who are just being polite?”

Now that he had put it that way, it would be awkward for Enna Clark to avoid further, so she looked at him composedly and sincerely, “No, in my heart, you have always been my friend. If it bothers you, then I’ll call you by your name from now on.”

Whether it was Wyndham Howell or Lyle Westbrook, both had helped her a lot.

Regardless, they at least considered each other friends.

A smile curved at Lyle’s lips, the imposing aura dissipated, and a gentle warmth returned, “Okay. Get in the car.”

“Okay,” Enna Clark turned and got into the car.

Lyle Westbrook also walked to his car, opened the door, and got in.

Enna Clark’s car backed out from the inside and drove away…

He was about to step on the gas to follow when suddenly, a red Jeep from his left rear sped ahead and followed.

As the Jeep brushed past him, he saw the driver inside—it was a woman who gave off a strange vibe.

That feeling, indescribable.

He frowned slightly, pressed down on the accelerator, and followed…