“Yolanda!”
Primo Jones had just stopped the car when he saw Yolanda Taylor who was losing control of her car, he unbuckled his seatbelt and ran towards her.
Seeing Primo Jones brought Yolanda Taylor back to her senses slightly, she reached out and grabbed him in a death grip, “Primo Jones, you take me away, I don’t want to see him, I don’t want to see him!”
She gritted her teeth as she said this, word by word, all that vengeance and all that hate, so clear.
Gwen Fox’s whole body froze when he heard her words.
He stood there, wanting to take her back from Primo Jones, but he knew he couldn’t.
She hated him, so much.
Primo Jones didn’t realize what was happening, Yolanda Taylor in his arms was shivering, her hand on his arm was as cold as ice.
She was crying and screaming, without any of her usual graciousness.
He had never seen such a Yolanda Taylor, and did not know what was wrong with her, so he could only half-hold and half-drag her to the car.
Inside the car turned on the heater, but Yolanda Taylor’s hands were still cold, her hands clasped the cell phone, and inside her mouth she kept asking, “Why is he doing this to me? Why?”
Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, pooled down her cheeks to her chin, and dripped onto her lapel.
Primo Jones hurriedly drew a tissue to help her wipe her tears, “Yolanda, calm down and tell me what happened first, okay?”
He coaxed her warmly, Yolanda Taylor looked up at him, her emotions calmed down a lot, but her tears didn’t stop, she just raised her hand and handed him her cell phone, “Primo Jones, I really hate him so much!” Primo Jones took the cell phone, and with his other hand, he held the person in his arms, after seeing the video inside the cell phone, he didn’t react at first, until he remembered the words that Yolanda Taylor said to him: “My mom was hit to the face, I couldn’t even see the last side of her. ” Petra had died in a car accident, and Yolanda Taylor had said that the person had been crushed by a car, and the features on her face were deformed.
In the video you can see that the woman seems to be hiding from something, running while constantly looking back, just as she was about to cross the street, a small car suddenly rushed out, that small car knocked her into the reverse lane, just as a big truck drove by, that truck drove right over the top of the woman’s body.
The image was truly brutal, and it made his scalp numb when he, an unrelated person, saw it, not to mention Yolanda Taylor, the daughter.
Primo Jones suddenly realized why Yolanda Taylor suddenly lost control of her life, who sent this email to Yolanda Taylor? Today is the anniversary of Yolanda Taylor’s father’s death, and the person who sent the email obviously has ulterior motives.
Primo Jones, who is not a party to this, is much calmer than Yolanda Taylor and pulls out his cell phone and sends a message to Rhonda.
Only after doing this did Primo Jones look down and comfort Yolanda Taylor, “Yolanda, it’s over, calm down.”
Yolanda Taylor didn’t say anything, her whole body was still shaking inside his arms.
Primo Jones also stopped talking, he raised his head and saw that outside the windshield, Gwen Fox was standing on the curb looking straight at them.
Those dark eyes were all cloudy when they looked at him, but when they turned to Yolanda Taylor, they softened.
Tch, that was quick to become.
Primo Jones snorted coldly and raised his hand to touch Yolanda Taylor’s head in a provocative manner.
As expected, the next second, he saw Gwen Fox looking at him with cold eyes.
Primo Jones was just about to raise an eyebrow when Yolanda Taylor in his arms suddenly stirred.
She calmed down a lot, looked up at Primo Jones, drew a few paper towels and wiped the tears on her face, then inclined her head to look at him, one word: “I want to marry you earlier.”
Primo Jones was stunned for a moment, “You–” She didn’t say anything, just looked at him.
Primo Jones came back to his senses and raised his hand to touch her head, “Okay, go back and I’ll let people announce our wedding news.”
As soon as his words left his mouth, his cell phone rang out of nowhere, it was Rhonda’s call.
Primo Jones glanced at Yolanda Taylor, “I’ll take a call.”
“Uh-huh.”
Yolanda Taylor answered, then leaned back on that seat back and slowly closed her eyes, “Go back after you take the call, it’s too cold here.”
The heater was turned on inside the carriage, it couldn’t possibly be cold at this time of the day.
However, she said that it was too cold here, Primo Jones knew that she wasn’t really cold, she just had a cold heart.
After answering the phone, Primo Jones glanced at Yolanda Taylor, he didn’t dare to tell Yolanda Taylor that that video was now everywhere on the internet, he could only let Rhonda deal with it as soon as possible.
Thinking of Yolanda Taylor’s hysterical appearance just now, Primo Jones was a little heartbroken, he pursed his lips, “We’re going back.”
Yolanda Taylor on the side didn’t say anything, he withdrew his line of sight and started the car.
The car slowly drove past in front of his eyes, Gwen Fox watched Primo Jones’ car drive farther and farther away until it disappeared before he got into his own car.
When he thought about the scene he had just seen, he only felt his heart was like a knife, even breathing was difficult.
The cell phone on the side was ringing hard, he looked at it for a while, and only after a long while did he reach out and pick it up and press the answer button, “What is it?”
The phone call was from Lewis, he let Lewis keep an eye on things inside the company, he had said not to disturb him today without anything important.
Today was the anniversary of Kipling Taylor’s death and the night he and Xenia Davis got engaged four years ago, it was a bad day for both Yolanda Taylor and for him.
He hadn’t really wanted to provoke her by coming over today; he just wanted to spend the day with her in peace.
But it hadn’t worked out that way, and he didn’t know why she’d suddenly become hysterical.
Those eyes that were once filled with tenderness and love only contained resentment and hatred, and it took a lot of courage for him to even look at them.
“President Fox, something’s wrong.”
Lewis had been with him for years, and rarely had he been so nervous.
Gwen Fox frowned, “What is it?”
“A video has suddenly been circulating on the internet of Miss Taylor’s mom being hit by a car after she ran out that year, and I’m now checking to see who exactly posted it online.”
Gwen Fox’s hand trembled slightly, he finally realized why Yolanda Taylor was suddenly hysterical just now.
It turned out to be true, it turned out to be someone stabbing her in the back in the heart.
“Pull the video and find out who’s behind it.”
“I got it President Fox.”
Hanging up the phone, Gwen Fox looked at the rain-matted windshield in front of her and looked down as she lit a cigarette.
The dull ache in his heart was constant, and even the nicotine couldn’t keep it down.
After finishing a cigarette, Gwen Fox extinguished it before starting the car and driving slowly.
The two cars drove back and forth, and the entrance to the cemetery was back to being cold, with no one knowing who had just been here in heartache and distress.