Chapter 810

“And what do you mean by ‘unclear phone calls’?”

Also, who is his wife? Hating me so much, even treating me as his wife, there is really no one else.

There was anger in my heart, and I impatiently asked, “Where is Johnathan? Quickly, have him answer the phone!”

“He couldn’t answer!” Reynaldo replied coldly.

I grumbled, “Is he paralyzed or dead? Why can’t he answer the phone?!”

“Esmeralda, watch your tone,” Reynaldo coldly warned over the phone.

I completely lost my patience and asked directly, “So where is he now? Send me the address.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Reynaldo hung up the phone.

I frowned and stared at the darkened screen. What’s the meaning? Is he going to send the address or not?

Just as I was thinking, my phone suddenly rang with a message coming in.

Nikita Club.

Oh, back at the club again. How come we didn’t drink Johnathan to death, really.

In the evening when Anton left, he told me, “There is a car in the yard, and the car keys are right there in the hallway.”

I went to have a look, and there were three car keys. I randomly picked one, and then I drove out of the yard in a black car.

Following the navigation, in about half an hour, I arrived at the Nikita Club.

As soon as I got out of the car, I felt a scorching gaze shooting towards me. I looked up and met a pair of dark, cold, and fierce eyes. It was really strange.

Reynaldo leaned against a pillar outside the club and smoked. Dressed in all black, the cold air was intense.

I walked over to him and asked, “Where is Johnathan?”

He, however, ignored me, a pair of gloomy eyes coldly staring at the black commercial vehicle that I arrived in.

I glanced back at the car and thought, “Is there something wrong with that car? Is it the same model as his?” But even if it’s the same model, what’s the point of getting angry? Aren’t there many cars of the same model?

Just then, a man’s low and cold voice suddenly floated down from above, “Is that Anton’s car?”

I took two steps back and looked at him, “It’s none of your business.”

Reynaldo sneered, but his eyes were icy cold. He flicked the ash and casually asked, “Did you really move in with Anton?”

I frowned, feeling a bit impatient.

The one who didn’t believe me was him, the one who drove me away was also him, and the one who hurt me was even him. What qualifications did he have to ask questions here and there?

The man took two steps closer, his sinister gaze locking onto me, his cold tone casual, “Really, you took my child and went to live with Anton?”

I faced his cold gaze and said indifferently, “These have nothing to do with you!”

“Ah!” Reynaldo pulled his lip. He turned his head to the side and took a puff of his cigarette, but his jaw tightened even more.

When he looked at me again, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. “Esmeralda…” he leaned in close to me, his tone icy, “After being away for four years, you seem to have become more arrogant. Do you really think I wouldn’t dare to do anything to you?”

I was originally going to settle accounts with Johnathan at this moment, and I didn’t plan to get entangled with him. I didn’t say anything else; I walked past him and into the clubhouse.

He grabbed me, deliberately exerting a lot of force, his black eyes filled with coldness and anger.