The surroundings were silent, and the sound of the phone vibrating was particularly clear. Adrian Jennings picked up the phone and glanced at it; it was a call from Talia. His gaze darkened slightly as he answered, his voice hoarse, "Hello, Talia." The girl’s voice on the other end of the call, hearing Adrian’s hoarse tone, asked worriedly, "What’s wrong, Adrian? Did you encounter any danger on your way back?" Talia reported, "I’ve already arrived, and I didn’t encounter any danger on the way. It’s very secluded here, and the auntie taking care of me is very kind and considerate. Everything is going well." But not being able to see you makes me miss you terribly and worry about your safety. These words, Talia didn’t say. She didn’t want to be too emotional because this wasn’t the time to talk romance with Adrian; he still had very important things to do. She just needed to obediently follow his instructions and stay safe. Adrian replied indistinctly with an "Mm." Talia noticed he was especially cold today, thinking perhaps it was because he hadn’t yet processed the incident that just happened on the road. "Well..." Talia hesitated to speak, "then I’ll hang up now, let you get back to work." Adrian raised his empty eyes to look at the bright sunlight outside the window, using all his strength, his eyes reddened, and said word by word, "Talia, let’s break up." No need to think about it anymore. Grandfather was right; The Rhodes Family is a legitimate business, indeed unable to withstand Vincent Fletcher’s ruthless and vicious tactics. Every day we drag this out, The Rhodes Family is in greater danger. Talia was dumbfounded, moving her lips but unable to say a word as she held the phone. Tears fell unexpectedly. After a while, Talia trembled with her lips and asked with a sob in her voice, "Is it because you’re afraid of getting me involved?" "No, I suddenly find it meaningless. You..." Adrian took a deep breath to suppress the tears and spoke with difficulty, "I treated you well before because I thought you would make a qualified Mrs. Jennings in the future. Only a girl like you, with beauty, talent, and family background, is worthy of being the young mistress of The Jennings Family, but..." Adrian closed his eyes, suppressing the heartache, and said with difficulty, "But now I’ve come to my senses. I’m not done playing around. I don’t want only one woman in my life, so let’s break up, forget about me, it’s my fault." The house on the estate was a two-story small villa with a small garden. The room where Talia stayed had a window view directly looking down at the garden. During this season, the garden was in a state of decay, mirroring the owner’s mood. Talia curled up on the bed, holding the blanket and crying silently. Since hanging up the phone, more than an hour had passed, and her tears hadn’t stopped. How could a person have so many tears, as if they could never dry? She didn’t believe Adrian broke up with her because he hadn’t played enough. He wasn’t that kind of person. It must have been because of Vincent Fletcher. He doesn’t want Vincent Fletcher to harm her, so he’s eager to break ties with her. But those words were really hurtful; she couldn’t stay indifferent. She didn’t want to cry either, but couldn’t control the tears. In the winter, it got dark early; by six o’clock in the afternoon, it was already twilight. A knock came at the door, and the aunt caretaker called softly from outside, "Miss Rhodes, dinner is ready." Talia sniffled, her voice slightly hoarse, "Auntie, I’m not hungry." Perhaps Auntie didn’t hear and knocked on the door again, "Miss Rhodes, did you fall asleep?" Talia wiped her tears, got up from the bed, tidied her hair and clothes, and went to open the door. "Auntie, I don’t feel like eating tonight, you go ahead." The caretaker noticed Talia’s red swollen eyes from crying and her expression changed, "Miss Rhodes, what’s wrong?" Talia shook her head lightly, her voice heavy with nasal sound, "I’m okay." The caretaker, a bit worried, asked, "Do you need me to contact Mr. Jennings?" Mentioning the unmentionable. The caretaker meant no harm. Talia forced a smile that was uglier than crying, pretending to be strong, "Really, I’m okay, it’s just that I’m not used to being here and couldn’t hold back thoughts of my father’s injury, nothing to worry about me." The caretaker was unaware of Shawn Rhodes’s injury and hospitalization, and seeing Talia say this, didn’t ask further, only saying, "As long as you’re fine, you scared me, I thought something happened to you. Mr. Jennings specifically instructed, if you need anything, you can contact him anytime, even if the food doesn’t suit your taste or you can’t sleep well." Talia was slightly stunned, "He really said that?" The caretaker smiled knowingly, "Yes, Miss Rhodes, it’s clear Mr. Jennings cares a lot about you." Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NoveIＦire.net Talia remained silent. The caretaker continued, "Then you go rest first, if you’re hungry later, just call me, I’ll make something for you." "No need, I won’t eat anything tonight, after you finish, rest too." The caretaker looked a bit troubled, "Mr. Jennings instructed that you must be well taken care of, I live just diagonally across from you, if you need anything, just knock." Vincent Fletcher sat on the sofa, his hands resting on the back with his long legs crossed, lazily lounging. The man appeared relaxed and casual, yet a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes as he gritted, "Are you saying the three of you couldn’t take down Adrian Jennings who was with a woman?" The man kneeling on the ground still had bandages on his head and arms; he was the one who chased Adrian Jennings with an Aston Martin this afternoon, and was shot in the arm by Adrian. After the car crashed into the guardrail, he suffered severe head injuries and fell unconscious. Rescued by an ambulance and rushed to the hospital, he pulled out the IV drip as soon as he regained consciousness, rushing to Vincent Fletcher’s villa to report. Pale-faced, trembling slightly whether from injuries or fear, he replied, "Y-Yes..." "Haven’t those two useless ones been found yet?" Vincent Fletcher squinted, killing intent bursting from his eyes. At this moment, his personal bodyguard Eric Donovan leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Brother Fletcher, we just got a call; they’ve found the bodies of Jack and A-Cheng." Jack was the mercenary who fired the heavy rifle in the afternoon, an Aridian. A-Cheng was Veridian, one of Eric Donovan’s hitmen. Both were in that Porsche 918, which had little chance of survival after it crashed out of the barrier and tumbled off the cliff. It was not surprising the police found the bodies. But what’s problematic is that Jack had a gun in hand when he went over the cliff. Which means, the gun is now in police possession. This was troublesome. Vincent Fletcher’s eyes were sharp and cold as a blade. He kicked the man before him fiercely, ignoring how badly he was injured, "Your business here is done, get lost!"