Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1486

"Ms. Mosley, you're here!" Several bodyguards rushed over to Bianca. Chris had sent them to accompany her.

Since this area was in the mountains, Chris wanted to ensure Bianca's safety, even if he didn't hold her in high regard. When the Hamerton bodyguards arrived, he assigned most of them to follow her.

"Ms. Mosley, it's getting late. Let's head back quickly!"

"Hey!" Bianca stopped them.

They paused and exchanged glances, awaiting her instructions.

"Although it's getting late, I need to take a few more photos," Bianca explained.

"Ms. Mosley, what else do you need photos of? We'll accompany you."

"Do you have a car?"

The bodyguards pointed to the car parked on the road outside the school.

"Alright, I want to go to the other side of the mountain to take some photos. Drive me there."

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Night had fallen, and the mountain road was treacherous. The driver remained intensely focused, controlling the speed as they moved forward.

"Are you following closely?" Bianca fiddled with her phone and tossed it onto the seat in frustration when she couldn't get a signal.

"We've been keeping a close eye," the driver replied, "Ms. Mosley, these mountain roads aren't suitable for driving. Walking might be faster. That boy is much faster than us..."

"Quiet!" Bianca glared at him. "Stay vigilant! If you lose him, you'll have to answer to me!"

"Yes, yes!" The driver forced a smile. "But Ms. Mosley, should I turn on the car lights? It's really dangerous this way..."

"If we use the lights, he'll notice us!"

"Without lights, we have to keep a considerable distance!"

Suddenly, a roar reverberated throughout the village, sending shivers down spines in the dead of night.

"Are you heading to the city now that you've grown up? You're too good for your old man, huh?!"

Bianca's heart constricted, and she hurried toward the source of the voice.

It was a modest, thatched-roof house with half its tiles missing, replaced by straw. Half of the courtyard wall had also crumbled.

In the pitch-black night, it looked desolate. Bianca wouldn't have believed anyone lived there if not for the commotion from within.

"Speak! Answer me!" The furious shouting persisted. "Are you mute? I'm asking you a question!"

A dimly swaying lamp cast a dirty, half-shadowed glow on the scene.

Bianca squinted and identified Alexander standing at the entrance of the small house.