For her dowry, Taya tried her best to catch up with the design drawings, but no matter how hard she rushed, she couldn’t keep up with the progress of the upcoming mating ceremony.
In the end, she designed only eight architectural drawings, and when she handed them over to Neil, she felt exhausted, “Quickly submit them and get paid soon!”
Neil sat on the desk, nibbling on an apple and sizing up the avaricious Taya, “You’re about to mate the richest man in the country, why are you still working so hard?”
If he were to mate a rich woman, he wouldn’t even bother to look at the golden paintbrush, let alone rush to finish the design drawings. What’s the point of drawing when he has someone else to support him?
Slumped over her desk, Taya swept her fingers across the PPT for the next project and said limply, “Neil, I have to prepare a dowry for myself…”
It was up to her to prepare all these things because she did not have a family to fall back on. When he was going to mate her in style, she was going to get mated in style.
Thinking about a grand mating ceremony, Taya immediately lifted her bright eyes and glanced at Neil’s pockets, “Neil, the Knight pack project has made a billion dollars and you got a 30% cut. Your pockets must be very deep now. Can you lend me some money first?”
Neil immediately covered his pocket and said, “Don’t even think about it, I don’t lack anything except money. Besides, I’m so poor, and yet you still want to borrow money from me? You’re overestimating me too much!”
Taya reached out and sn atched the apple from his hand, “If you don’t want to lend it to me, don’t eat my apple!”
Neil was rendered speechless.
Eating apples is not allowed, so eating oranges is okay, right?
Thinking of that, he had just put his hand to the fruit plate on the table when Taya picked it up and placed it on the floor.
Recently, Harper got a pug dog who always stuck to Taya. When she placed the plate of fruit on the floor, the dog climbed on top of it and licked the fruits one by one.
“..” Neil.
Even an orange had been licked by a dog, it should still be edible peeled, right?
As Neil was torn between disgust and eating, Taya bent down, pushed away the pug, and also scolded it, “Nelly, why do you have to lick everything you see!”
For some reason, when he heard Nelly’s name, Neil suddenly lost the desire to eat.
Harper would sometimes call him Nelly, and she also gave her dog the same name. It was outrageous! He should at least buy a dog of the same breed and name it Harper, so they could be a pair!
When Neil was frantically complaining about Harper’s immoral behavior, Mandy’s mellifluous and powerful voice came through the door.
“Ms. Palmer, there is a man named Casare looking for you.”
Casare? Who is Casare?
Taya looked at Neil, “Do you know him?”
Neil spread out his palms and shrugged, “Foreigner, I don’t know him, I’m just a bumpkin with no apples to eat!”
Taya glanced at Neil, got up and walked out the door.
After walking through the living room, she saw a young man in a white suit outside the villa.
It was far away, so she couldn’t see his face clearly. What’s more, he was stopped by a group of bodyguards and explaining something with his head down.
She was now a little afraid of strangers and wanted Mandy
to find an excuse to send him away, but the man saw her and quickly waved to her.
“Ms. Palmer, I’m Rosalie’s ex-husband.”
Taya, who had already turned around, immediately stopped and looked back at the man named Casare.
He was neither an Aronlander nor a mixed-race, but a pure native who looked a bit like Amon.
After Taya got a good look at him, the idea that Grace was Amon’s daughter began to falter in her mind. Indeed, as George said, Grace was not only like Amon, but also like this Casare who came to her…
Taya finally got her bodyguards to let Casare in, invited him into the living room and ordered Mandy to bring him a cup of coffee.
Sitting on the couch, Casare resembled Amon in his actions and demeanor, the only difference being his eyes.
Amon’s eyes were gloomy and sharp. Casare’s eyes were calm and unruffled, as if he did not care about anything.
They had a similar relaxed and lazy temperament, but they had different ways of speaking. Compared to Amon, Casare seemed to be more of a gentleman.
After sizing him up, Taya sat down and asked him the reason for his visit, “Mr. Yardley, what can I do for you?”
Casare did not rush to answer her words, but raised his eyes to the dozens of female bodyguards guarding behind her.
There was also a strange man sitting at the table with an apple, nibbling on it constantly and staring at him.
After looking around for a while, Casare turned his attention to Taya.
An easy smile slowly appeared on his gentle face when he saw that she seemed a little nervous.
“Ms. Palmer, don’t be nervous. I just came to ask you where my daughter, Grace, is?”
His daughter… Is Grace really his daughter?
Taya held back her misgivings and said truthfully, “Grace is with Amon.”
Didn’t he know that Amon took Grace from him? Why did he come to ask her?”
Casare pushed up the silver-rimmed gla*ses on his nose bridge and looked up and down at Taya with elegance and composure, then spoke softly:
“Before Amon took my daughter away, he promised me that he would give her back to me in eight months.”
“The promised deadline has now come and gone, but I can’t find him. Do you know where he is?”
Taya was stunned. Hadn’t Grace been snat ched away by Amon? Why was there a promise between them?
Was Casare not afraid that Amon would hurt Grace? Or did
he already think that Amon wouldn’t hurt Grace and that’s why he set a deadline?
Taya was full of doubts, but she dared not trust the man in
front of her who looked elegant and charming but exuded a cold and indifferent atmosphere.
“Why did you come to me to inquire about Amon’s whereabouts?”
Her words were guarded, which made Casare curl his clips and smile.
“Ms. Palmer, I came to see you because I heard that Amon took you away eight months ago.”
“At that time, my daughter had just been taken away by him. I think you’ve met with my daughter.”
“Since you’ve seen her, you must know where she is, don’t
you?”
Casare’s reasoning was so watertight that Taya could not refute it, but there was still one question that puzzled her.
“You said Grace was taken by Amon, so why did he promise to return Grace to you within your deadline?”
Making a deal with the bitter rival after he taking his daughter
away? Besides, Amon did not look like the kind of man who would make a deal with others.
Facing with the questioning, Casare calmly picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip and then replied.
“Grace was indeed taken away by him. In exchange for Grace’s return, I offered Rosalie’s last words.”
“As soon as he returns to Grace in eight months’ time, I will tell him the last words Rosalie left for him.”
As it turned out, Casare had traded her sister’s last words for Grace’s safe return, but why was the deadline set at eight months? Casare seemed to see her doubts and gently put down the coffee in his hand.
“In name only, I’m your brother-in-law, and Amon is just a madman who sn atched my wife and pup.”
He was reminding Taya that he was Rosalie’s husband.
If it wasn’t for Amon, he and Rosalie would not have unmated.
If they had not divorced, then Taya, as his sister-in-law, she should have helped him, instead of a madman.
Taya understood what he meant. Suppressing her doubts for the moment, she answered the first question Casare asked truthfully.
“Some time ago, Amon wanted to send Grace back, but Grace didn’t want to be separated from him, so he didn’t do it.”
“They were still at the villa in Aronland at that time. I don’t know where they’ve gone now.”
Casare’s eyes dropped slightly as he listened, as if he was thinking about something, and he did not reply to Taya for a while.
Taking advantage of his silence, Taya took out her phone and sent a message to George asking where Amon had taken
Grace.
Just as she finished sending, Casare on the opposite side suddenly spoke.
“Did you just say that Grace didn’t want to be separated from Amon?”
Taya took her eyes off the phone screen and looked at Casare across the table.
Seeing a hint of loneliness on his elegantly calm face, Taya frowned.
“Mr. Yardley, you…”
Casare raised his hand, interrupting Taya’s words of rea*surance, “I’m fine…”
He nonchalantly waved his hand before sighing helplessly, “They’ve been together for eight months, surely they’ll get attached.”