It started to drizzle in the sky, and the north wind hurt his face.
Sylvia walked blankly on the street, her back was thin and hunched, and people on the street were in a hurry, passing by her constantly.
‘Your mother’s role as my husband’s mistress didn’t win Gucci Group a cooperation with the Jacobs Group. How can a little Gucci Group cooperate with the Jacobs Group now?’ Sofia’s words kept ringing in her head.
At that time, Gucci Group had already achieved great success. Was the love between her mother and Stefan Jacobs because she wanted to cooperate with the Jacobs Group?
She doesn't think so.
It was Stefan who approached her mother and they cherished each other. They just wanted to create a good story for themselves.
She sat down on the street chair in a daze.
"Mr. Bridgewater, look, isn't that Miss Lancelot? How could she be sitting there? It's raining outside now." In the traffic, the Rolls-Royce was driving slowly. Lennard, who was sitting in the driver's seat, suddenly saw Sylvia, who was sitting under the shade of a tree beside the street, and he said in surprise.
Arthur was on the phone and looked towards the roadside after hearing this.
In the howling autumn wind, the woman sat alone, her eyes dull, as if she was overwhelmed.
"What is she doing there? Check her phone number quickly." Arthur put down the phone.
He hadn't seen the woman for three days, and he didn't expect that he would see her on the street under the cold wind.
Lennard immediately entered her mobile phone number into his location search app.
"Mr. Bridgewater, Miss Lancelot seems to be coming from the Jacobs Group's building." He replied in a low voice.
Arthur's eyes flashed with cold light, but soon, a bright color flashed in his dark pupils.
She looked so sad and lonely after leaving the Jacobs Group. Could it be that she had already made up her mind to break up with Charles?
That thought cheered him up. For the first time, he was actually happy and glad for the woman.
"Drive the car over."
"Okay."
The car stopped steadily in front of Sylvia.
Arthur got out of the car.
He rushed forward desperately, hugged her, and rolled her to the side.
The car came to an abrupt stop and hit a roadside guardrail.
"Do you want to die?" The driver's face changed color in fear, and he stuck his head out and cursed loudly.
Lennard car drove over quickly; he rolled down the window, and looked at him with cold eyes.
The driver's face changed color, and he drove away.
"Are you injured?" Arthur nervously checked Sylvia, who was protected in his arms and kept asking.
"No." Sylvia's body was still trembling, but the breath falling into her nose made her feel inexplicably relieved. It was only then that she realized that the man was Arthur.
Since she left the Jacobs Group building, she had been in a daze.
What made her sad was not that she was not accepted by Charles's mother. Although she has wavered in the face of Charles's infatuation, she never thought of marrying him.
But her mother. She thought about how painful it would have been for her back then.

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