Blanca lowered her eyes and looked at the coffee cup in her hand, and said with little emotion, “In your eyes, what can be bad about the Davis family?”
Annie was the best woman, the Davis family had taken the best care of the Singh family for generations.
She was the woman who was ten times worse.
At that, Alonso lowered his eyes and sat in the passenger seat and said, “I mean, you’re not going to get anywhere with all this staring, and staying up all night is bad for women.”
“Well what can I do, Paige’s best friend and henchman are missing and the clues all point to THE Davis family.”
Blanca turned her eyes to him and snapped coldly, “You tell me what I should do?”
“The old man has already said that he will negotiate with that side.” Alonso looked up at him.
“He’s hidden from Paige and his own grandson over and over again, resulting in the deaths of so many people, the integrity of his word is no longer high.” Blanca said coldly.
She had to keep a close eye on Mitchell and use it to find out what forces were behind the mastermind.
“The old man wouldn’t want to harm his own grandson.” Alonso said.
“But he’s hiding too much.” Blanca suddenly realized something and turned her eyes to him, “Do you know something?”
Alonso looked at her deeply, “I trust the old man.”
In the end, because it was Annie’s father, that’s why he chose to believe that.
The ones who were victimized were them, the Folsom family, the Folsom family almost wiped out a hundred years ago, and now he was actually telling her not to look into it, to trust Mitchell to talk through that force and put Kevin and Nick back.
Then what is the Folsom family?
With that thought, Blanca gave a low chuckle to herself, “Alonso.”
Alonso looked at her.
“Back then I was obsessed with THE Folsom Family revenge and lost Paige, I was sorry.”
She indifferently said, “It’s true that I’m not worthy of being a mother like this, but this has nothing to do with the hundreds of dead souls of THE FOLSOM FAMILY, the grievances on them, even if they can’t be avenged, they have to be cleared, right?”
She couldn’t believe that the Folsom family’s ancestors were exterminated for stealing other people’s women.
So many people had died, and there was still such a story left.
Alonso turned sideways and stared at her, his face was calm, his eyes were especially dark, “After Paige was lost, you were still obsessed with the Folsom family’s vengeance, in my heart, I have a grudge against you, but in the end, I left, not because of how much I hated you, it was because I couldn’t get past myself, I kept thinking, that day, if I had accompanied you the whole time, it would have been good. by your side the whole day.”
That way, Paige wouldn’t have been carried away.
The two reunited for the first time in a long time, talking about the hidden wounds about that year.
The old scabbed scars were once again torn open, and the blood would still flow out.
Blanca put her coffee cup to the side, a bit of heat remaining in her fingers, “There’s no need to talk about the past.”
There was no longer any point.
She knew her sins and she knew she never deserved to be compared to Annie.
Alonso looked at her deeply, “I just want you to know that I don’t hate THE Folsom family enough to say anything to keep you from investigating.”
“It doesn’t matter, you go down. Blanca didn’t want to say anything more to him.
“Blanca…” Alonso frowned.
“We’re done with each other, and from now on there’s no need to say these words between us except for Paige.” Blanca’s voice was colder, and clouded with a rush of urgency.
That was it.
No more ripping the scabs that had formed over and over again, she’d it put in the most secret corner and didn’t want to take it out again.
With that said, she put the coffee cup in the takeout bag and placed it directly into Alonso’s arms.
“…”
Seeing her like this, Alonso also knew that it was impossible for her to listen to his words.
He smiled, a little bitterly, and reached out to push the door, “I’ll sit by the flower bed then, call me anytime if anything happens.”
And he was going to keep watch with her?
Blanca frowned at him as Alonso turned to get out of the car, and suddenly, he froze, looking directly towards the back.
Blanca, a little surprised, followed his line of sight and turned her head to look back.
Only to see a figure, at some point, standing behind her car, just standing there, standing out in the late night light.
It was a man’s figure, no face visible, only the black cloak on his body slowly fluttering in the night wind.
Blanca sat up straight instantly in shock, but her hand subconsciously touched her gun.
The force had finally appeared.
…
At three in the morning, Paige awoke from her dream and sat up from her bed in a flash.
The room was pitch black.
Suddenly, the lights came on, a little harshly.
“What’s wrong?”
Enrico sat up from one side and turned her face, only to see that she was pale, the corner of her forehead was a dense layer of thin sweat, his eyes suddenly cold, “You had a nightmare?”
He cupped her face, his fingertips wiping away her sweat.
“Right.”
Everything in the dream that had been flailing in front of her eyes replayed itself, and she leaned into Enrico’s shoulder in a bit of a trance, “I had the exact same dream as before.”
In the dream, she was back on Wind Island where there was nothing.
There was no world of darkness.
Everything was disappearing.
Enrico took her in his arms and pressed his fingertips gently on her temples, his voice low with a hint of coaxing a child, “It’s just a dream, start watching me 24/7 tomorrow and you’ll be able to dream about me at night.”
And there would be no more of that mess.
Paige knew he was coaxing himself but couldn’t smile, she got out of his arms and sat up straight, picking up her cell phone off to the side she glanced at the time, “I don’t feel too good, is something wrong?”
“As bad as the day I proposed to you?”
Enrico raised an eyebrow, a little disgruntled.
Paige was amused, she didn’t feel good that day and everything she encountered was good.
She unlocked her cell phone, “I’m still not sure, I’ll ask them how all the errands are going.”
I don’t know if Carrie is asleep over there, Blanca must not be.
Paige dialed the phone directly to Blanca and got a response that the owner was off the hook.
“…”
Paige was out of bed in a flash.
She had instructed her a thousand times to never turn off her phone while spying on THE Davis family.
In addition to the pinnacle people who had gone back to rest, she had sent some people dispatched by Blanca.
She put the calls through, but they were all off.
All off.
Paige simply called the phone to Mitchell Senior, and surprisingly, it was also off.
She suddenly felt a chill rise up her back as she looked over at Enrico’s handsome face, “Something’s wrong, none of the calls from the Davis family side are working, we need to go over there and take a look.”
At those words, Enrico’s face cooled down.
He got down from the bed, his thin lips hooked into a cold arc, “Interesting, still really dare to reach out to The Capital.”
“Go.”
Paige’s heart was anxious, hurriedly changed her clothes and walked with Enrico towards the stairs.
Enrico pulled her back and stood in front of her, buttoning up her collar that she hadn’t fastened in her panic, and helping her pull her clothes flat, “Don’t worry, if this hand reaches in a few times, I’ll chop a few of his.”
His eyes were deep and reassuring.
Paige met his gaze and nodded.
The two were just outside the doorway when the patio door clanged.
“Mr. Gustin! Mrs. Gustin! Something’s happened to the President! Open the door! Open the door!”