Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 929

Chapter 929

There was a glimmer of hope in Madeline’s eyes.

She thought that perhaps the man still had feelings for her.

However, Jeremy looked at Madeline as if she was just a stranger, or perhaps even an enemy.

“You’re following me again. Who sent you?”

It turned out that he thought she was following him again.

Madeline knew that the man’s memories were still lost, so she decided to suppress her emotions. She looked at him sadly and asked, “Are you really not Jeremy?”

Jeremy tried to figure out Madeline by looking at her. He stared deeply into her lonely and teary eyes.

Madeline frowned as she lifted her hand, her round fingertips falling on the man’s cheek.

She only got a light touch when Jeremy grasped her hand tightly.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone and expression extremely cold.

Madeline’s eyes looked hurt. “Mr. Zimmerman, you look exactly like my dead husband.”

As she said that, she took her phone out of her pocket. The photo on the screensaver of her phone was the family photo they took on the yacht that day.

Jeremy looked surprised when he saw the man in the photo.

However, he still gave her a solemn warning without mercy. His eyes were narrowed when he said, “Don’t think of me as your dead husband anymore.”

He let go of Madeline’s hand unhappily before walking away naturally and without restraints.

Madeline swallowed all the grievances and sadness she felt, packed up her emotions, and went into the house.

Naomi did not expect Madeline to reply to her in this way. She was a little frustrated and said, “Is this how Whitman Corporation treats its customers? Eveline, are you trying to lose business?”

“The motto of businesses is indeed the customer is always right, but if the customer doesn’t even have the minimum respect for people and things, I’ll just treat them this way.”

“You—”

“Also, Whitman Corporation doesn’t need your business, Ms. Lionel.”

Madeline smiled lightly, picked up the iPad, and looked at the secretary. “Let’s go, Coco.”

She turned around sharply, but when she looked up, Lana was in front of her smoking a cigarette. A proud smile appeared on her face as Jeremy followed behind her.

“Eveline, apologize to my friend. Otherwise, don’t think about leaving here today.” Lana threatened and walked to Madeline as she took another puff. “You should know, I’m not a good person.”

Madeline looked at her calmly. “Lana, if you’re so capable, go ahead and get your hired killer to come out and kill me now. If not, move so that I can leave.”