Filed to story: I Got Married Without You
The current chairman of the Collins Group was his father.
His father had only woken up about a year ago, so he naturally didn’t know what his brother had done.
Jackson didn’t ask his father about it when he noticed something was wrong.
Not long after Jackson’s father woke up, he sent his uncle, who had kidnapped his family, to prison as a witness.
Now, the Collins Group was entirely in their hands. However, the family was huge, and Jackson still needed to stay in there.
But now that Jackson had regained all his memories, he was in no mood to care about the Collins Group.
If he could do it again, Jackson would rather be Ryan and stay by Rosalyn’s side.
Even though he was poor and miserable, Rosalyn was still with him. But now…
Jason took a deep breath, and the sound of his father coughing and kicking came to his ears again. “Jackson, the Collins Group can’t do without you. Hurry up and go home…” Back home, Jackson’s heart was so heavy that he couldn’t breathe.
Although Jackson’s father had woken up, his body was disabled, and he could not move. He could only spend the rest of his life in the hospital bed.
In addition, he had lost his wife and child, which made him depressed. Now he was about to die.
If Jackson didn’t go home, the Collins Group that his father and brother had risked their lives to take back would fall into someone else’s hands.
Jackson tightened his grip on his phone and withdrew his reluctant gaze from the apartment. He replied indifferently, “Okay.”
Stella put the coat in a high-end paper bag and carried it to the villa.
She pushed open the door of the study. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the French windows and sprinkled on the man’s body, covering it with a layer of faint golden light.
The man was tall and straight, and his back was proud and aloof. His face could not be seen clearly, but a thin cigarette was between his fingers.
Faint smoke lingered around him, making him look noble, mysterious, and restrained.
Stella glanced at the pile of cigarette butts in the trash can and frowned slightly.
She remembered that Andrew didn’t smoke, and she didn’t know when he got addicted to smoking.
Naturally, Stella had no right to interfere in his business. She knocked on the door. “Come in.”
The man did not even turn his head. He spat out indifferently as if he was uninterested.
Stella walked over with the paper bag. “Mr. Evans, Ms. Garcia asked me to return this to you.”
Stella handed the paper bag to him. Only then did Andrew turn around and glance at her.
“Throw it away.”
Andrew looked indifferent, as if he had abandoned something he did not care about. “Yes.”
Stella turned to leave with the paper bag.
Stella had guessed that Andrew would ask her to throw it away, but she still came here. She didn’t dare to dispose of his things at will.
When she walked out the door and was about to throw the paper bag into a large trash can, the man’s indifferent voice suddenly came from behind her. “Put it there.”
Stella looked back at him, but he didn’t look at her. He still had his back on her.
He stood under the afterglow and gently smoked with his slender fingers.
He seemed to be very annoyed, but he was contradictory. He couldn’t explain why.
Stella couldn’t figure out what he was thinking. She returned to the study with the paper bag and put it on the sofa.
“Mr. Evans, I’ll go back to the hospital first.”
The man nodded slightly. After Stella left, he turned around to take a look.
It was just a coat she had worn, but it made him, who had always been decisive, hesitate.
He threw away the cigarette irritably, picked up the clothes, and rubbed it.
Her body temperature seemed still there, which made him reluctant to let go of her.
Realizing this, Andrew’s face darkened.
He threw away the coat and opened another box of cigarettes irritably…
Stella hurried out of the villa. A few patients were still waiting for her to treat, but she was busy today with Andrew’s private affairs.
Stella quickly got into her car. Turning the steering wheel, she saw a red Ferrari driving over…
The person who got out of the car was tall and carried a Chanel bag. When the woman saw Stella reversing the car, her face suddenly darkened. “Stella!”
Emily didn’t expect to meet Stella in Andrew’s private manor.
Emily had never been to this place before. It took her a long time. to find the address, but Stella could go in and out at will.
She was his fiancee, but Andrew didn’t tell her where he lived. Instead, he hooked up with such a woman to pis s her off.
It was hard for anyone to accept this, let alone her.
Emily, who felt wronged and angry for no reason, had no time to maintain her image. She rushed forward and knocked on the window. “Stella, get down here!”
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Stella rolled her eyes at Emily. “Idi ot!”
Stella didn’t want to talk to Emily. She reversed the car and stepped on the accelerator.
Emily didn’t expect Stella to be so arrogant. She was so angry that she clenched her fists and glared at the speeding car.
Stella Cobb, the director of the hospital, right? She would make Stella unable to survive in Arcadia!
Emily fixed her hair, turned around, and walked into the manor.
However, the security guards at the door blocked her way.
“Miss, you are not allowed to enter this place at will.”
This time, Emily learned her lesson. She stopped making a fuss and said indifferently, “Mr. Evans asked me to come here.”
