Chapter 260 Shouldn't You Be Tired of It by Now?
Maddox was taken away by the police.
The party was over.
Rocco turned to look at Elizabeth. "Was it you?"
Elizabeth smiled faintly. "What are you talking about?"
Rocco watched Elizabeth's retreating figure, frowning. He suspected today's events were definitely related to Elizabeth.
The car pulled away from Maddox's house.
The police came to arrest Maddox, which had nothing to do with anyone else, so naturally they could all leave on their own.
"Mr. Grant, you've had training?" Elizabeth sat in the car, asking Jacob casually.
"Yeah, I've practiced taekwondo. Ms. Penrose, don't let my looks fool you—I can actually fight pretty well!"
Jacob eagerly showed off the muscles on his arms, patting them. "Solid muscles. My future girlfriend will definitely feel safe."
Elizabeth responded coolly, her gaze fixed on the street scenes flying past the window.
Seeing this, Jacob felt disappointed for a second, but quickly perked up again.
Elizabeth really had personality. He liked that.
The car smoothly pulled up to the front door. Elizabeth got out and walked straight into the house.
Once home, Elizabeth showered, dried her hair, and lay down on the bed.
The house was so quiet. Should she get a puppy?
Never mind, she wasn't very good at taking care of pets.
She got out of bed and walked to the yard to check on the ducklings Seraphina was raising.
The ducklings were sleeping carefree by the pool, their tiny bodies looking especially peaceful in the night.
Elizabeth let out a soft sigh and turned back inside.
There were many things to handle tomorrow. She needed to rest well tonight.
At Solstice, sunlight streamed through the windows into the room.
Joe reported Maddox's arrest to Timothy.
Timothy was eating his vegetarian meal unhurriedly and nodded. He knew about Elizabeth's plan.
All the dishes on his table were vegetarian, without any meat.
The butler walked in quietly. "Mr. Larson's secretary has delivered a document and is waiting outside."
Seeing Timothy nod, Joe turned to the butler. "Let them in."
Timothy put down his utensils, wiped his lips, and picked up his teacup for a light sip.
The courtyard view outside the window was pleasant—green trees providing shade, flowers in bloom, the air filled with a fresh scent.
He wondered if there would ever be a day when Elizabeth would call him.
A servant came in to clear the dishes from the table. Timothy put down his teacup, stood up, and walked over to sit on the sofa.
Sarah followed the butler into the room, looking straight ahead.
She wore a simple suit, with a slender figure and delicate features.
Seeing Timothy, she was surprised—she hadn't expected to be delivering documents to him.
Sarah said respectfully, "Mr. Robinson, this is the document Mr. Larson asked me to deliver. He requests that you review it personally."
Timothy nodded and took the document, flipping through it carefully.
His brow furrowed slightly. This was a plan to purchase White Sand Beach, and he wasn't satisfied with it.
Sarah stood to the side, feeling inexplicably nervous but maintaining a professional smile.
Timothy closed the document and looked up at Sarah. "You can leave now."
Sarah politely withdrew, feeling relieved. Timothy's presence was too overwhelming.
Joe walked behind Sarah, the two of them leaving the living room one after the other.
He called out to her. "Wait."
Sarah stopped and turned around, looking at Joe with confusion. "Yes, can I help you?"
Joe looked at the company badge hanging around Sarah's neck and checked the name on it.
He smiled and said, "Ms. Palmer, let me see you out."
Sarah nodded and smiled. "Thank you."
Joe saw Sarah to her car, then immediately pulled out his phone and made a call. "Look into someone for me. The ElizaTimo Group, secretary to Dennis."
It was too much of a coincidence. Joe felt that this Sarah had an air about her that was vaguely similar to Elizabeth's.
To be safe, he decided to have someone investigate first.
Right after Elizabeth moved out, Mabel noticed Alfonso was getting a bit out of control.
"I can't anymore." She frowned.
Alfonso leaned in, his voice husky. "Mabel darling, does it feel good?"
Mabel's eyes reddened. She blinked but didn't answer such a stupid question.
Alfonso touched her cheek and asked gently, "If you don't answer, then I'll go again, okay?"
She pushed at him with both hands, but he pinned her wrists.
After who knows how long, he held her, finally letting her catch her breath and rest.
"Mabel darling, come with me, okay?" Alfonso said persistently. "I can't stay in the country forever. Leave here with me, okay?"
Mabel lifted her eyelids slightly, her tone flat, her voice still soft. "I'll always stay here."
Alfonso took a deep breath, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and powerlessness. "Believe it or not, I'll just pack you up and take you away."
Mabel laughed coldly with a touch of mockery. "My legs are my own. I'll go wherever I want."
Alfonso suddenly felt at a loss.
If he used force, she probably wouldn't cooperate anyway.
He rubbed his temples, feeling powerless.
If he told her about that matter, she'd be even less likely to forgive him. He could lie to her, but lies always get exposed eventually.
Mabel looked at him, unmoved.
The two were at a standoff.
"You really won't go abroad with me?" he asked once more.
Mabel irritably grabbed a pillow, turned over showing her back, and covered her head with the pillow. "No. You've been sleeping with me for so long, you should be tired of it by now, right? Why bother being so persistent?"