Chapter 42 Wendy's Plea

Seeing that Celine was brutally ignored, they couldn't help but let a triumph course through them.

The party didn't end until 10 o'clock in the evening. Francis came to the main hall with Wendy. And Jack and Rachel came to bid them farewell.

Francis sent them to the first floor. After saying goodbye, Rachel figured there was something amiss about Wendy's behavior. On top of that, her eyes were slightly red and her lips were a little swollen.

Her hair was disheveled, and the diamond necklace around her neck was nowhere to be found. Instantly, Rachel realized that Francis must have done something to her.

But she thought it was best to let it go. She didn't want to interfere in other people's matters. However, before she turned out, Wendy opened her mouth, looking like she wanted to say something. Yet in an instant, she closed it. Doubt and hesitancy were written all over her face.

Now curiosity had gotten the best of Rachel. She looked at Wendy, curled her lips and said, "Miss Wen, by the way, about what I asked you before..."

Wendy was a little surprised. "What?"

Rachel stepped forward and asked Francis, "Francis, can I borrow your fiancee?"

Francis had no reason to refuse. He replied jokingly, "Just don't sell her."

Wendy followed Rachel.

After walking a few steps, Rachel suddenly remembered that Jack was near them. She looked back and said to the man, "You go first. I need to have a talk with Miss Wen."

He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you there."

Francis took out a cigarette from the pack and lay it b

uld take in hundreds of people.

With all these advantages, there was one disadvantage. And that was the fact that very few cars seemed to pass by this place. The road was calm and empty. Rachel was certain she would never find a taxi here.

Rachel stood there, frozen in her spot. The hotel had been quite hot because of the heater, and now here it was extremely cold. The sudden shift in temperature wasn't easy to take.

When she was hesitating whether to return to the hotel for help, two lights suddenly lit up behind her.

Rachel heard the whistling of a car horn and stepped aside. She turned around and saw a BMW slowly driving over. It stopped beside her. The window at the driver's seat was rolled down and a man's handsome face appeared in front of her.

"Ms. Shen, do you need me to give you a ride? It's difficult to call a taxi here."

It was Vincent. After long hours of trouble, Rachel felt like saved.

Rachel thanked him profusely and went to open the door of the passenger seat.

The central heating was working in the car. Rachel hugged herself and then began to rub her hands against each other. Vincent was driving smoothly and didn't ask her why she was there.

Maybe he had seen what happened today and figured it would embarrass her.

"Ms. Shen, where do you live?"

he asked, bringing Rachel back from her reverie. She told him the name of the community. It was obvious that Vincent was not familiar with the location of this community which had been constructed just a few years ago. He turned on the navigation system.