Winning Her Heart Back (Emelie Hoven )
Chapter 311

Chapter

311 Why Don't You Just Roba Blank

Chapter 3 Why Don't You Just Rob a Bank

William didn't explain. After all, explanations had never been his style.

Standing by the railing on the second floor, he looked downstairs, his gaze stretching through the open door into the dark night. Tilting his head slightly, he suggested, "You should get some test. They've prepared a room for you.

"And what about you? Elena asked instinctively

William's gaze lowered slightly. Though he didn't show displeasure, Elena sensed his reluctance to be questioned. She bit her lip.

"I mean, if Mrs. Matilda notices that you're gone tomorrow morning, she'll want to know where you went. What should I tell her?"

Tell her whatever you think is appropriate," William said as he took a few steps forward, then paused and turned back.

"Mrs. Navarro might not be in the right emotional state to clarity things. Make sure to inform Mrs. Matilda tomorrow about the culprit that Emelie has identified," he added.

Elena's eyes flickered slightly at William's mention of "the culprit that Emelie had identified'.

While Emelie had indeed uncovered the real culprit independently, it was William who had just presented the analysis to Sofia Yet, he deliberately instructed Elena to inform Matilda that Emelie had identified the culprit.

Elena's expression remained unchanged "1 understand what needs to be said."

William descended the stairs and stepped outside, but there was no sign of Emelie in the yard. He asked the maid at the door, "Did Emelie take a cab?"

The maid responded respectfully, "Ms, Hoven decided to walk. It's not easy to replace a cab in this area."

Walled? At this hour, she intended to walk down the mountain?

William pursed his lips and got into the car.

About 330 feet down the slope from the Navarro residence, be spotted a figure stumbling along the path. He pressed on the accelerator and pulled up beside Emelie abruptly. The cold wind blew against her, further clouding her mind. She hadn't even heard the sound of the car, so

The window rolled down, revealing William's cold, handsome face.

"Get in," he commanded

Emelie declined, "Mr. Middleton, I wouldn't want to trouble you. I can manage to hail a cab myself!!!

William countered, "Can you get a cab around here?"

so its sudden

appearance startled het.

No, she couldn't. The location was too remote for any service. When she arrived, she had to offer extra money for the driver to take her up the hill just now, she had discovered that the nearest location to hall a cab was at the foot of the mountain.

The air she breathed was both cold and hot. "I'll walk down the mountain by myself," she insisted, refusing to get into the car and determined to wall on her own.

William watched her stubbornness impassively and said nothing Emelie ignored him in return, continuing her descent down the hill.

However, she soon noticed that William neither turned back toward the Navarro residence nor overtook her to head directly down the mountain. Instead, he stayed behind her, matching her pace step by step. For every three feet she walked, he matched her pace.

At first, Emelie thought she might be obstructing his path, so she purposely moved nearer to the edge. Yet, he persisted in following closely behind her without passing.

The car's headlights continuously illuminated Emelie's Digure. Although Eight was intangible, she felt trapped as if in a tangible cage.

Unable to endure it any longer, she abruptly turned around to confront the headlights. She gazed directly into the car at William, whose features were handsome, though his expression consistently seemed excessively aloof.

Emelie walked up to the car and asked, "Are you finished playing games, Mr. Middleton?"

William gripped the steering wheel with one hand. "You dislike being pressured, correct? I'm respecting your decision. If you prefer to walk down the mountain, I won't stop you If you choose not to get in the car, that's fine too. Is that not sufficient?"

The word "respect" coming from William almost elicited a chuckle from Emelie, though she held it back

Was this why he hadn't intervened earlier in the stud

He unlocked the car door. "Are you getting in or not?"

Swallowing against the lump in her throat, Emelie acknowledged her own illness. If she persisted stubbornly, she might not even make it down the mountain

After a brief pause, she got into the car but kept her distance. "I'll pay for the ride"

William clicked his tongue before responding, "Very well. This car is valued at three million dollars. Let's say I drive it for a maximum of six months, making four trips each day. Divide that by 180 days, and then by four trips. How much does each trip cost?

"Ms. Hoven, please do the calculations and transfer the money to me Emelie exclaimed in frustration, "Why don't you just rob a bank?"