I Become A CEO After Divorce

Chapter 276 If You Take The Wrong Way, We Won’t Arrive Tomorrow

Chapter 276 If You Take the Wrong Way, We Won’t Arrive Tomorrow

Zane ignored Myles, stepped forward, and opened the door of the driver's seat. He looked at Albi and

said, "Sit in the back."

Albi was taken aback. "Mr. Lawrence, let me drive."

Zane just stood by the car and looked at him without saying a word.

Under Zane's gaze, Albi got out of the car and sat in the back seat.

Seeing Zane sitting in the car, Myles got off, opened the passenger's door, and got into the seat.

Zane looked at Myles who moved from the back to the front and said, "Don't you know this position is

dangerous?"

Myles stretched out his hand to fasten his seat belt. "That's why I want to keep an eye on you."

Zane glanced at him, but didn't say anything, and directly started the car.

Albi grabbed the seat a little nervously, staring at the front. He looked so nervous.

The speed was much faster than when Albi was driving. For Zane, it seemed that the dense fog simply

did not exist.

Although Myles usually drove the car fiercely, he would pay attention when driving in such weather

conditions.

But Zane didn't control his speed at all.

"Zane! Slow down!"

When Zane accelerated, Myles still couldn't help shouting, "Evan is there, so nothing will happen. If you

don't pay attention and take the wrong way, we won't be able to arrive tomorrow."

Albi also quickly answered, "Mr. Lawrence, drive slowly. The cars behind will not be able to keep up

with us."

Under the persuasion of Myles and Albi, Zane reluctantly slowed down the speed.

The car behind could barely catch up.

The fog grew heavier, and the visibility was so low that it was impossible to see anything. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Fortunately, there were no other cars. There were only Zane and his people's cars on the entire road,

moving slowly.

It wasn't until the afternoon that the fog slowly dissipated.

Because the fog cleared, the front became much brighter in an instant.

Zane increased his speed again.

What Evan said on the phone before was like a curse, playing in Zane's mind non-stop.

So now Zane couldn't wait to see Yanis.

"Slow down, there are two forks ahead." Myles glanced at the map, checked it carefully and said, "Turn

right!"

Zane turned right on Myles's instructions.

The car behind followed closely.

Because there was no thick fog, the car sped up again.

...

[In a small town in the mountainous area of Viteto]

After the three rounds of drinking, some people went home while some other people changed places

and continued drinking.

Allan Cooke was sitting on the chair with a wine glass in his hand, his posture was casual, the wine

glass in his hand was twirling in circles, and his face looked even colder.

Nealon was sitting opposite him with a cigarette in his hand. He said, "You are pretty satisfied with your

wife this time?"

Allan hummed when he heard his question. "She's not bad."

After speaking, Allandrank up the wine and put the glass on the table. "Then I'll go back to the room

first."

When Allan turned to leave, Nealon stopped him. "Fool."

Hearing this, Allan frowned, stopped, and looked back at Nealon. "What?"

Nealon took a black bag from one side and handed it to Allan. "Record it with this."

Allan laughed after hearing Nealon's words, "Nealon, why don't you go inside and shoot yourself, I

don't mind."

His words stunned Nealon. "You are really a fool."

Allan was standing by the chair with his hands on it. "Since you gave me this woman, she's mine. I

don't like being photographed when I fuck her."

Nealon put the black bag on the table. "Idiot, what's the matter? Are you drunk after two glasses of

wine?"

Nealon was clearly angry.

Allan looked at Nealon without changing his expression. "I've said that you can go into the room and

shoot it yourself, or forget it, ask someone to shoot it. Do they dare to watch me have sex?"

Nealon took a puff of the cigarette and looked at Allan seriously. "Do you mean you don't want to work

for me anymore?"

Allan didn't speak.

Nealon finished the cigarette in his hand and put out the cigarette butt on the table. "Since you don't

want to do this, then you can let someone else do it for you. Anyway, once the door is closed, who

knows if the person inside is you?"

As Nealon stood up, he reached out and took the black bag from the table. "Alger went to Sameer's

house last time, and he was also interested in her. I'll ask him to do it!"

Allan watched Nealon turn around and leave, his hands on the chair tightening a bit. After Nealon

walked a few steps, Allan said, "Nealon."

After hearing Allan's voice, Nealon stopped and looked back at him. "What? Do you agree now?"

Allan stepped forward and took Nealon's black bag. "Well, I'll let my people shoot it. But I won't show

my face."

Upon hearing this, Nealon smiled and raised his hand to pat Allan's shoulder, "That's for sure, as long

as she shows her face."

Allan hummed, turned around, and walked inside with the black bag in hand.

Nealon stood still and watched Allan walk inside, then raised his hand and beckoned to the people

standing beside him. "Have an eye on him."

"Yes sir."

Nealon stood there for a while, then turned and left.

In the Viteto mountain area, the night seemed to arrive in the afternoon, and it was foggy everywhere.

Allan carried the bag into the house, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Evan dozing off in a

chair. He stepped forward and threw the bag in Evan's arms. "Check if you know how to use it."

Evan was shocked to wake up. He raised his eyes to look at Allan and then lowered his head to look at

the things in his arms. "What is this?"

"Camera."

Evan was taken aback when he heard the answer. "What do you need this for?"

"Let you take some good shots." Speaking of this, Allan looked like Evan, "For the sake that you are

like my brother, I won't charge you."

Evan had heard of many dirty jokes and had been to many places of that kind. He could easily

understand what Allan meant.

Evan's hands froze, and he looked at Allan. "You have such peculiarity?"

Allan leaned on the side, looked at Evan, and said, "Nealon asked me to do this. If I don't do this, then

he will ask that bastard Alger."

Evan couldn't help cursing. "There's something fucking wrong!"

"So, let's see what you can do later. I'm not interested in having sex with a pregnant woman."

Evan glared at Allan. "Isn't it too early now?"

Allan glanced at the time, pulled a chair, and sat down beside him. "Then we'll start later in the

evening."

Evan put the camera aside. "Can I go in and chat with her now?"

Allan stared at him for a while, then stood up. "I'm coming with you. You can chat with her and I will

take a nap."

Evan got up and followed Allan into the house.