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Chapter 311: Travel Is Best With a Loved One (3,000 Words)

Maya couldn’t help but find it funny, her gaze gradually turning cold, as she realized she was completely unable to communicate with Kiki Monroe.

"Ever since The Monroe Family brought you back, they’ve provided you with the best conditions, trying their utmost to compensate and love you. Because of this incident, Mom was in a coma for several days."

Kiki Monroe was stunned for a moment, then barely managed to stabilize her expression: "If they really loved me, how could they have lost me for so many years? Those compensations are also what I deserve! Their attitude towards me is always mixed with estrangement; they’ve never treated me like family! I don’t have such parents!"

Monica Jacobs’ guilt dared not get close, turning into worthless words in Kiki Monroe’s mouth.

Maya quietly observed for a while, noting the opponent’s somber expression and eyes filled with some degree of resentment and madness.

Maya withdrew her gaze, no longer wanting to entangle, and passed by her.

However, Kiki Monroe didn’t want her to leave: "Who told you to go!"

Maya casually glanced at the bodyguards behind her, and they immediately understood her intention.

These bodyguards were arranged by Ian Rowe, hired boxing experts, saying he was worried about her safety. As it turns out, they’re indeed quite useful.

Kiki Monroe was forcibly separated by the bodyguards; she could only watch Maya’s back.

In her mind, the scene of the recent confrontation and the director’s praise for Maya echoed.

*

Old Mansion

Aunt Holly got up and took the bowl of traditional Chinese medicine from the servant, carefully feeding it to Yolanda Sawyer.

Chinese medicine is always bitter, and Yolanda Sawyer’s tightly knitted brows could never loosen.

Aunt Holly paused: "Madam, are you uncomfortable?"

"Too bitter."

Aunt Holly fed some honey into Yolanda Sawyer’s mouth; originally candied fruits were used, but Yolanda Sawyer is getting older and her teeth aren’t good anymore.

Ian Rowe was sitting beside her, quietly watching.

He suddenly approached: "Aunt Holly, let me do it, you can step outside first."

Aunt Holly glanced at Yolanda Sawyer, seeming a bit hesitant. Receiving her signal, Aunt Holly handed the bowl of medicine to Ian Rowe.

Aunt Holly tiptoed away, leaving the room and closing the door again.

Neither the grandmother nor grandson spoke first, until the bowl of medicine was finished.

Yolanda Sawyer withdrew her gaze, waving to signal him to take the bowl away.

"I know you have questions to ask, but if it’s the same ones as before, forget it. There’s nothing to talk about, and you don’t need to know."

"Can not even I know?"

Yolanda Sawyer turned her head away, sighed: "These are all old matters, I don’t think there’s any need to bring them up again."

This time Ian Rowe didn’t follow her lead: "I have always wondered what our family owes Tristan Rowe that made you remain silent."

"How could our family owe him..." Yolanda Sawyer said this, yet her gaze drifted a bit.

"Grandma, if you don’t want to say, that’s fine. But now it involves the company’s development. I can’t continue to yield to Tristan Rowe; I can’t let The Rowe Family’s legacy fail in my hands."

His tone revealed a touch of coldness, then he stood up, still looking humble: "The company has an urgent matter, I’ll have Aunt Holly come in to take care of you."

Ian Rowe left the room and just as he descended the stairs, he saw Aunt Holly.

She was surprised: "Are you leaving, Ian?"

Ian Rowe replied indifferently: "I’ve finished feeding the medicine, Aunt Holly, you go in and take good care of grandma."

From Ian Rowe’s slightly cold attitude, Aunt Holly could easily guess that the grandmother and grandson had a disagreement. She didn’t insist on keeping him, knowing that separation now is more beneficial for easing their relationship.

Aunt Holly went upstairs, and indeed saw Yolanda Sawyer sitting with a worried expression.

"Do you think my concealing really hurt Ian’s feelings?"

"Ian is a person with a strong desire for control; he naturally doesn’t want unknown matters to affect his life. He could, indeed, send people to investigate, and with his ability, it wouldn’t be difficult to uncover the truth. Yet he didn’t do that and complied with your wishes..."

Aunt Holly sighed, seriously saying: "In my opinion, the past is always in the past. It must not hinder your relationship with your grandson."

Yolanda Sawyer remained silent for a moment; she pursed her lips, not knowing if she had listened or not.

*

Maya didn’t expect to meet Serena Sawyer again on the film set; the other wore a well-tailored black dress, suitably outlining her graceful figure.

She wore sunglasses, her upturned nose beneath red lips, the corners slightly curved, without any sign of the lethargy described in the reports.

Maya knew she had already come out of the shadow of divorce and walked towards her.

"Serena, long time no see, are you filming with a crew nearby?"

"No." Serena Sawyer gently shook her head, her smiled warmer: "I missed you, so I came to check on you."

"Maya, have you been doing well lately?"

Maya also smiled: "I’m very well."

The two found a nearby café to catch up.

"I haven’t seen you for a while; what have you been busy with lately?"

"Lately..." Serena Sawyer seriously thought for a while, tilted her head and smiled: "Still filming, always running between home and the set. Just yesterday, I finished my trip to Europe, and I have to say, going out always lets you experience many beautiful things, briefly forgetting the surrounding troubles."

She then asked: "Do you like traveling?"

Maya paused for a moment and honestly said, "I don’t really like it."

"Why?"

"My English isn’t very good."

Serena Sawyer was amused by her reason, "Is it just because of that, no other reason?"

Maya replied seriously, "After so many trips, visiting so many fascinating places, in the end, I still feel that home is the most cherished place, well... better than being alone."

"Journeys are always short, and ultimately you’ll return home."

Maya opened her mouth, thought of something but didn’t speak, the words turned into a muffled laugh.

"You’re right."

The two chatted for a long time, discussing the beautiful scenery along the way and future plans.

Mostly it was Maya listening to Serena Sawyer narrate the beauty of the outside world. This time, she wasn’t chatty and only occasionally fixed her gaze on Serena Sawyer’s eyes.

From there, she couldn’t see a trace of gloom.

Maya took a sip of coffee, "Hearing you talk like this, I actually feel a bit interested in traveling. We should go out and see together someday."

"Traveling is more meaningful with someone you love, of course, my intention isn’t to reject you. If Maya agrees to go out with me, I would be more than happy."

"Someone you love?" Maya thought for a moment and slowly uttered the words, "Is that so...?"

*

Samuel Fisher had just arrived at the company when the reception informed him that a gentleman claiming to be his friend was waiting in the lounge.

"Male or female? What do they look like?" Samuel Fisher was not very sociable and had few friends he could chat with.

"He looks quite young, has somewhat long hair, accompanied by several bodyguards."

Samuel Fisher understood immediately.

Who else could it be, it must be Tristan Rowe, the said demon.

It was strange, not sure if Tristan Rowe had caught some news, but he had been persistently pestering him lately. Samuel Fisher felt guilty, and facing Tristan Rowe’s interrogations was naturally unbearable.

Upon hearing this, he almost turned to leave instantly, knowing he could hide if he couldn’t confront him.

The reception was still calling out, but Samuel Fisher had no intention to respond, clutching his briefcase and moving forward.

Having taken over the family business for so many years, although not extraordinarily talented, his kind demeanor won over many employees.

Many people greeted him on the way, but Samuel Fisher didn’t reply, just nodded lightly, lowering his head and dragging his obese body forward.

Until he saw a pair of shiny leather shoes ahead, Samuel Fisher looked up immediately, his breath almost stopped instantaneously.

"Tristan..." Samuel Fisher adjusted his posture slightly, trembling like a mouse confronting a cat, "Why, why did you come to my company?"

Tristan Rowe, always fashionably dressed, removed his sunglasses, glancing slightly downward at Samuel Fisher, "I just had a look around, I’m impressed with the development of your company."

Samuel Fisher only nodded humbly, "My sister’s support helped a lot, now my son has also started handling the company, I’ve indeed become much more relaxed."

Tristan Rowe chuckled, gesturing forward with his sunglasses, "You seem in a hurry to leave; didn’t the reception tell you I was waiting in the lounge?"

"Well..." Samuel Fisher’s expression turned unpleasant, "The reception is a new girl, she often forgets things, she must have forgotten to tell me."

"Lucky I came this time, or we could’ve missed each other."

Samuel Fisher could only manage a weak smile, "Tristan, is there something you want to talk about with me?"

Back to the initial topic.

"To check on you." Tristan Rowe glanced around and asked, "Are you busy now?"

"So-so... "

Tristan Rowe seemed oblivious to his tones of reluctance, "Since that’s so, let’s go out for a while, I’ve booked a private room at The Azure Pavilion."

Thus, the two went to The Azure Pavilion, led to the third floor by the attendant.

The place was elegantly set with exceptional service, the cuisine was top-notch too, but if it weren’t for Tristan Rowe’s probing, everything would have been better.

Samuel Fisher had lived quite freely and open-mindedly in recent years, playing around online, often sharing his life photos and dinner photos on social media...

But this time, he sat reservedly, as if a blade was pressed against his neck, blood was imminent the next second.

Tristan Rowe veered off-topic for a moment before finally addressing the main purpose of his visit.

"After all these years, I’ve always been thinking about her."

Samuel Fisher cautiously glanced at him several times, "My cousin left you and got married back then, do you resent her for that?"

Tristan Rowe shook his head, his tone heavy, "Between us, there’s never been abandonment."

"You must have guessed the purpose of my visit; I want to know about Joy Monroe, tell me everything you know..."

His tone revealed a touch of vulnerability, "Consider it me asking you..."

Samuel Fisher, easily swayed, hesitated, "This, I, I really don’t..."

Facing Tristan Rowe’s piercing gaze, he couldn’t utter a single word.

This entanglement was no solution.

Samuel Fisher seemed to have gathered his courage.