He dialed a number and reported the license plate number of the Maybach in front . " Find out who owns this car . " On the other end , Lindsay jotted down the string of numbers in her notebook . " Understood , Mr. Barrette ! About the Willow Creek Villas property you asked me to contact , I've tried several times but the owner refuses to sell . Would you like to consider another property ? " Damian narrowed his eyes , looking like a panther lurking in the night , ready to pounce and tear out the throat of its prey at any moment . " I want that one . They can name any price they want . " Lindsay replied , " Yes , Mr. Barrette! " After hanging up , Damian stubbed out his cigarette , pressed hard on the accelerator , and brushed past Roberto's car as he left the garage . Through the windshield , Roberto recognized the person in that car - it was Damian . Claudine's husband . Roberto shifted gears , his car closely following the Bentley ahead . On the wide road , there were few vehicles late at night . The eye - catching silver Bentley and the black Maybach sped through the snow one after the other , neck and neck . At the traffic light , the screech of brakes rang out as both cars stopped at the same time . Through the car windows , the two men inside looked at each other . Their gazes locked , and an unspoken tension formed between them , making the air around them seem to freeze . Damian's innate aura of authority made it seem as if he didn't regard the other man as a threat at all . Even in his eyes , there was a deep sense of disdain . Roberto pressed his lips together , the veins on his hand gripping the steering wheel gradually standing out . When the light turned green , the silver Bentley shot forward immediately , soon disappearing from sight . Roberto stared in the direction where the car had vanished , his expression grave . Early the next morning , Claudine , as usual , prepared to visit Adriana at the Camberwell University faculty dormitory . 0.0 % 04.55 chapter39 11 288 Vouchers When the car arrived , Claudine got out and carried her things upstairs . Adriana had already guessed that Claudine would come . Seeing Claudine walk in with bags in both hands , she smiled and said , " Every time you come , everyone in the building says you're here to deliver supplies . " Claudine , familiar with the place , carried the things into the kitchen . As soon as she opened the refrigerator , she glanced at Adriana beside her . " Prof. Nixon . " At this moment , Adriana seemed more like a student who had done something wrong , stammering as she explained . " You buy me too much food ! How could I possibly finish it all ? " Claudine took out all the fruits and vegetables from the fridge and replaced them with fresh ones . " I didn't buy that much . It's clearly because you didn't listen to me and eat more fruit , meat , eggs , and dairy ! " Adriana just smiled at the side and didn't argue . " Little housekeeper , what are we having for lunch ? " Claudine shook the chicken in her hand . " How about coconut chicken ? " As she spoke , Claudine gently pushed Adriana out of the kitchen . " The weather is so nice today , go out to the yard and enjoy the sun ! I'll call you when it's ready , and then we can in- vite Prof. Palmer and Prof. Bowen to join us for lunch . " As Adriana put on her down jacket and headed outside , she said , " You don't need to call those two foodies . They'll come as soon as they smell the food ! " Claudine smiled as she saw Adriana out the door , reminding her to be careful on the stairs . Returning to the kitchen , Claudine began to prepare the ingredients . Adriana went downstairs and saw that someone was already playing chess under the banyan tree . As soon as Raymon Palmer saw Adriana , he immediately put down his chess piece . " Adriana , come here ! Didn't you say you wanted to go to Ivorywood Gardens last time ? The weather's great today , let's go together ! " As he spoke , he walked toward Adriana . Luther Bowen , sitting across from him , grabbed his arm . " You're about to lose , and you want to leave now ! " If you want to go , you have to admit defeat first ! " 41.3 % 08.55 chapter39 288 iVouchers " Who … who's about to lose ! Let's play again , let's play again ! " Raymon shook off Luther's arm and sat back down on the bench . Adriana was long used to their bickering . She couldn't be bothered to watch them argue and busied herself tending to the flowers in the yard . Raymon's mind was no longer on the chessboard , and before long , he was utterly defeated . He stood up and waved his hand . " Ah , I'm done , I'm done ! The weather's not right for chess today ! " Luther , who knew his temperament well , smiled as he packed up the chess pieces and said , " I think it's not the weath- er , but that someone lost his soul the moment a certain person arrived . How could you possibly focus on chess ! " 85.3 %