Mia Lane got into the passenger seat and whispered to the driver, "Please drive around here in a loop, go slowly, and stop when I tell you to." The driver, though confused by her request, responded, "Alright, ma’am," and complied. And so, Justin Kingston watched as the car started. He finally let out a long breath and, after about a minute, took a step to leave and got into the Lamborghini parked in a hidden spot. Mia’s car already stopped, and seeing the Lamborghini drive away, she couldn’t help but chuckle, as if laughing at an innocent child. "Let’s go." She just began to tell the driver. A black Volvo parked alongside, and Anton Miller stuck his head out of the driver’s seat, grinning as he asked, "Is the grand president of the Kingston Group usually this free?" Finishing his question, Anton Miller gave her a carefree, unruly smile, then stomped on the gas and sped away! "..." Mia was speechless. Honestly, you two brothers are really childish, aren’t you?! Weren’t you gone already? You’re here spying too? "Let’s go." Suppressing her laughter, she turned to the driver again and said, "Don’t tell Mr. Kingston about this, let him keep some dignity." "Yes." The driver also smiled. He had been with Mr. Kingston for so many years and had never seen him do something so childish, especially since his time is money. But every action here was full of love. On the way back to Emerald Cove, Mia picked up her phone and sent Anton Miller a message—his memory was back. Anton Miller was driving when he heard a WeChat notification. He slowed down, picked up his phone, and checked WeChat. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel★fire.net Justin Kingston’s memory was back? Anton Miller put the phone down, unconsciously recalling the interactions between him and Justin Kingston over the years. The two of them didn’t see eye to eye, but in fact, they valued family and didn’t truly dislike each other deep down. Before going home, Mia stopped by the supermarket. The driver accompanied her to pick out some fresh ingredients; she wanted to personally make lunch for Justin and bring it to the company later. In the European-style villa. After Mia returned, she put on an apron and busied herself in the kitchen, with Aunt Zhou helping her, getting along pleasantly. The weather was nice today. In a certain apartment, Barbara Sutton was in the elevator, watching the numbers rise, carrying big and small bags. They were all items that could go into the fridge, including frozen dumplings and fruit. She wanted to deliver them to Monica Usher because her fridge was so empty it was growing moldy—workaholics often neglect their diet. The elevator arrived at the designated floor, and she stepped out, ringing the doorbell. No one answered, and no one opened the door. "President Usher!" She put down the bag she was holding and pounded on the tightly closed door, "Open up!" Hadn’t she just sent her back? Could she not be inside? "President Usher! What are you doing?" She pressed the doorbell and continued to knock. Still, no one came to open the door. Her heart sank with a bad hunch! So, Barbara Sutton quickly dialed the property management, informing them of the situation. Then frantically called Monica Usher’s phone, it connected, but there was no answer. The doorbell kept ringing, and she kept knocking, "President Usher, are you in there?!" Anxiety grew stronger in her heart... could she be contemplating something drastic? A car parked in front of the main building, and Mia got out with a thermos bowl. She had just made the meal and came over personally to deliver it. With a joyful heart, she walked into the lobby and saw Justin Kingston coming out of the elevator. Finn Morgan and several subordinates followed him, heading towards the entrance, conversing. Justin Kingston’s tall and elegant figure was like a deity, his striking appearance and aloof aura impossible to ignore. "Justin!" Mia ran towards him, "I brought you lunch!"