But it wasn’t to be.
Borden City was big, but it was also small, except that there were only a few spots where the upper class people came and went, not to mention the eating places, which were always just a few places.
The two of them had just come out of the elevator when they bumped into a familiar face.
When he saw Yolanda Taylor, Jerome Perot rubbed his eyes to make sure that he hadn’t seen the wrong person, and then he ran over from the crowd, “Yolanda?”
Yolanda Taylor looked at the handsome man in front of her, and subconsciously looked at Dika Rothstein beside her, “I don’t seem … to recognize him?”
Because she didn’t remember the old days, Yolanda Taylor ended up being a little unsure.
Jerome Perot frowned a little, “You … don’t remember me?”
“I don’t remember the old days, sorry, did you know me before?”
“Recognize.”
Jerome Perot was surprised, looking at Yolanda Taylor in front of him, there were a lot of things he wanted to say, more about Gwen Fox, however, when his eyes fell inside her eyes, he suddenly couldn’t say anything.
Let’s put aside how Yolanda Taylor escaped from the fire three years ago, now she has forgotten the past things, think she doesn’t want to remember.
Seeing that the other party kept silent, Yolanda Taylor pursed her lips and hesitated a little, “I’m sorry, were we familiar with each other before?”
Jerome Perot looked at her with a complicated expression, and only after half a minute, did he shake his head, “It’s not considered to be very familiar, since you’ve forgotten, then I won’t bother you guys anymore.”
After saying that, he directly entered the elevator that had just opened its doors.
Yolanda Taylor glanced back at him, thinking how strange this man was.
To be more precise, everyone in this Borden City was so strange.
All she could remember was being fifteen in Borden City, and anything after that, she’d forgotten.
Dika Rothstein told her that he couldn’t help her make up for the nine years of memories she was missing because she’d been in an accident, but they hadn’t known each other very well.
The only thing Dika Rothstein knows is that her dad and mom both died in the same year.
And her dad had been paralyzed for almost ten years before he died from a car accident, and passing away was probably a relief.
Her mom, on the other hand, had died unexpectedly in a car accident, not long after her dad’s death.
After Yolanda Taylor learned both of these news, she wasn’t so obsessed with that missing nine years of memories.
She wanted to remember, and really only wanted to know what family she had left in the world.
However, both of her parents had passed away, and she was left all alone in this world, so even if she remembered, it would only make it harder for her.
It’s just that this Borden City is really strange, she’s only two hours since she got off the plane, she’s bumped into two deceased people, and the other person is looking at her with a somewhat strange look.
“Not hungry?”
Dika Rothstein, who was off to the side, suddenly spoke up, and Yolanda Taylor was stunned for a moment, retrieving her thoughts, “Indeed.”
She smiled and followed him forward.
“Hey Dika, why did I leave Borden City in the first place?”
She spent the first fifteen years of her life here, and just now she ran into someone she recognized from her amnesia, plus she went to college here, so all told, she’s lived in Borden City for twenty-two years, so why did she leave in the first place if she’s lived here for so long?
“That I don’t know, it’s not like I knew you well back then.”
Dika Rothstein pushed open the door to the compartment and glanced back at her with a wry smile.
Yolanda Taylor pursed her lips and followed him inside.
Yolanda Taylor had come over to Borden City on this trip, and besides wanting to take a vacation, she wanted to come back and pay her parents a visit.
She had been away for three years and hadn’t even come back to pay respects to her mom and dad, which was really unfilial.
She had also skipped work to come out this time, there were several weddings this month that she was asked to do by name, and Yolanda Taylor was too tired a while ago, so she just let her assistant push it off.
After dinner, Dika Rothstein took her back to the hotel.
Yolanda Taylor was tired a while ago, and today she woke up early to take a flight. After eating and drinking, she hurriedly washed up and climbed into bed, intending to have a good night’s sleep.
Only this is not destined to be a good night’s sleep, I do not know if it is an old place to return to, she actually dreamed of some sporadic things.
However, many of them had no beginning or no end, either without knowing the cause or the effect, all of them were just bits and pieces.
Yolanda Taylor’s forehead was covered in sweat when she was awakened.
She raised her hand and grabbed her chest, she couldn’t remember much of the dream when she woke up, but for some reason her heart felt suddenly hard.
Some pain in her temples, she raised her hand and rubbed it while reaching out to pick up a remote control to open the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
When the curtains were opened, the sky outside was already dark.
This hotel is in the center of Borden City, and the room she is staying in is on the upper floor, so she can walk out and overlook the night view of the whole Borden City.
It’s just that it’s not dark yet, so the night view isn’t really good yet.
Yolanda Taylor took a moment to relax before going into the bathroom to wash her face.
Just as she finished washing her face, Dika Rothstein came over to call her for dinner.
She glanced at herself in the mirror, probably because of the messed up dreams she had.
Yolanda Taylor felt a tube of light pink lipstick out and put it on to add a little redness before going out.
Other than seeing Yolanda Taylor that day, Jerome Perot didn’t see her for the next few days.
He hadn’t been able to tell if that day was real or not, but it made sense that he wasn’t Gwen Fox, so how could he be daydreaming.
Beth Garcia had seen him in a bad mood the last few days and thought he’d done something wrong, and today was a rare weekend, so she hit the airwaves and went home to her keyboard intending to torture him into a confession.
Jerome Perot had just gotten home when a keyboard was thrown at his feet, “On your knees!”
“What are you doing again?”
“Cut the crap! Don’t you know what you’ve done to yourself?”
Jerome Perot rubbed his temples, changed his shoes and picked the keyboard up and set it aside, “What did I do? I’ve been so busy talking about that company case lately I’m hallucinating!”
Beth Garcia saw him about to come over and hug herself and raised her hand to block it, “Don’t even think about touching me until you tell me!”
Jerome Perot cried a little, “What did I say?”
“How dare you argue? Look at how you’ve been walking around today! Your tie is crooked, isn’t it?”
Beth Garcia yanked out the tie, and Jerome Perot could not argue with the truth.
Jerome Perot puts a smile on his face and takes Beth Garcia’s hand in his arms, “Beth Garcia, I think I ran into Yolanda the other day.”
“I don’t care if you ran into Yolanda or whoever, you hurry up and give me-”
Beth Garcia reacted, looking at him with a look of disbelief, “You, you’re not drunk and misreading this, are you?”
Jerome Perot carried the person inside, “I haven’t told you this because I’ve been wondering if I really saw Yolanda that day or if I was looking at the wrong person! But I didn’t drink much that day, really! Yolanda was right next to Dika Rothstein! I’ve been looking for Dika Rothstein for the past few days, but Dika Rothstein said that Yolanda Taylor died, died inside that fire, and that I was wrong that day, and that person wasn’t Yolanda Taylor.”
That’s why he’s been hesitant to say anything these days, wanting to but not daring to.
Yolanda Taylor could be said to be a regret in both of their hearts, back then, if Beth Garcia hadn’t been careless and had been able to realize something was wrong earlier, there wouldn’t have been that fire, and without that fire, Yolanda Taylor wouldn’t have been burned alive.
“Jerome Perot, that’s her, isn’t it?”
Beth Garcia looked up, her eyes already red.
Yolanda Taylor’s death had hit Gwen Fox hard, and how much more so for them.
Now that the deceased had resurfaced, no one wanted to just recognize the wrong person.
“There’s something about this Dika Rothstein person, the people I sent out lost them, there’s no way he would have broken my tail like that if the person that day wasn’t Yolanda Taylor!”
Jerome Perot responded, growing more certain in his mind.
The two men looked at each other with a look inside their eyes to find out what was going on.