We Will Collide Someday by Scarlett Sanchez
Chapter 169

Chapter 169 The Hospital

"What do you mean?"

Terrence was angry, his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Brenton sneered proudly, obviously grasping his weakness.

"That's all I want to say. Mr. Ramsey, make your choice."

Brenton swung his hand and left in a carefree manner.

Terrence stood where he was like an iceberg, and it took him a full two minutes to calm down.

Alexa was lying to him!

He walked away gloomily, but he did not expect Brynlee to come straight at him.

"Terrence."

Brynlee called out softly in front of everyone and stepped forward to hold Terrence's arm.

She wore a long white dress today, ingeniously showing a delicate and sickly beauty.

"I have almost recovered. I came to the company to see you."

Terrence glanced at her lightly and pursed his thin lips in anger.

"Terrence, I just met Brenton..."

"I'm going to a meeting now." Terrence pushed her hand away indifferently. "Go to the office and wait for me."

Brynlee's sickly face silently flashed with trace of ruthlessness.

But in the end, she still smiled sweetly and nodded obediently and sensibly.

"Alright, I'll wait for you."

Terrence did not seem to care about her words and walked away very indifferently.

After Brynlee hid in the office, her delicate face instantly changed.

She angrily dialed the phone and immediately cursed.

"What the hell are you doing? Why is Alexa not dead yet!"

"Ms. Walton," the person on the line said with sinister, "in addition to Terrence, she is still being watched by the Darrell family and the Powell family. It's too difficult to finish her."

"Even if it is not easy, you have to do it. Otherwise, you know the consequence."

The man sneered, "Then I need another 5 million dollars."

"5 million dollars? Are you crazy?" Brynlee exclaimed with a ferocious face.

The man did not give her a chance to bargain and hung up the phone directly.

Brynlee fell to the sofa with a pale face, her lips trembling with anger.

Where was she going to get 5 million dollars for them?

Her parents wouldn't be willing to spend the money...

Brynlee thought for a while and looked at the desk not far away.

At this moment, in the main meeting room.

Edwin stood behind Terrence and finally mustered up the courage to ask.

"Mr. Ramsey, Ms. Walton is not pregnant. Why are you..."

Terrence glared at him suddenly. Edwin was shocked and immediately shut up.

"Investigate all the hospitals that Alexa has been to. I want to see the result this afternoon."

Alexa lied to him for so long in secret!

After Terrence finished the meeting, Brynlee could not wait to catch up.

"Terrence, Mr. Lambert is throwing a party today. Can I go with you?"

"Yes."

Terrence responded absent-mindedly, and he had long been distracted.

The party at night was held at the same place as before. When Aron knew that Terrence was coming, he made a big show of extravagance.

"Terrence," Aron greeted with familiarity, "it's been a long time since we last met, but you are still so handsome."

Terrence had always been cold and indifferent, and he did not intend to reply to this polite greeting.

However, Brynlee smiled sweetly and responded with ease.

"Mr. Lambert, you looked good. I heard that you have got some big orders recently."

Aron did not like Brynlee, especially when compared with Alexa

Aron didn't know why Terrence always stayed with this filthy model for so many years.

"No, no." Aron's response was perfunctory. "Ms. Walton, thank you for your concern.

Brynlee became solemn.

"I

"Please go upstairs. Everyone is here."

Aron had practically invited all of the noble young men in New

York, and the most prestigious person among them was Howard Sterling.

"Mr. Ramsey, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Howard handed over the business card. Terrence glanced at it and did not take it.

Aron was used to it and said.

"Howard, never mind. We all know each other."

Howard didn't mind and quietly retracted his hand.

After looking around, Howard inadvertently asked.

"Why isn't Brenton here? I remember that he has already returned from abroad."

The atmosphere at the scene froze.

Aron felt that an iceberg was emitting a monstrous chill.

Aron laughed dryly, "Are you familiar with him?" Brynlee quietly sized up Terrence and wanted to watch the show.

Howard did not notice that something was wrong at all.

"Mr. Darrell," Howard said proudly. "We have even cooperated before. It is also rare to see such an affectionate person."

"Affectionate?"

Aron said with a fake smile.

Interesting.

"He loves his first girlfriend very much and has been writing songs for her. I heard that he is going to get married now."

"Boom."

Terrence slammed the wine bottle on the table to the ground. His face turned gloomy as he stood up and his malicious gaze fixed on Howard.

"Who did you hear it from?"

"Terrence..." Brynlee hugged his arm nervously.

Aron suddenly had a breakdown in his brain, and then he remembered something important.

Wasn't Brenton's first girlfriend Alexa?

Howard was stunned in place with a blank mind, and the others didn't dare to say anything to mediate. "Mr. Sterling, we all hope that Alexa can marry a good guy. But there is no conclusion to this matter now. Please don't say that."

"Ms. Walton, what do you mean by this?"

"What I mean is Alexa..." Brynlee deliberately paused in embarrassment, "Alexa is a very good friend of ours."

Friend?

Terrence's reaction didn't indicate he was just Alexa's friend. "It's a small misunderstanding."

Aron tried to warm the vibe and followed Terrence out of the private room.

"Terrence, don't be angry, okay?" Brynlee clutched the corner of his clothes tightly. "I don't mind. Even if you still love her, I don't mind.'

Terrence suddenly stopped and turned back with a solemn look in his eyes. "You can leave. I'll get someone to send you back." "Terrence, why do you always push me away?" Brynlee sobbed in pain, "I love you so much. She is the one who cheated!" "Ms. Walton, there is a lot of paparazzi here. To avoid trouble, I'll get someone to send you back first."

"Terrence..."

"Let's talk about it later."

Terrence said coldly and went straight to another room.

After Aron dealt with the matter, he rushed back sweating profusely.

And in just ten minutes, Terrence had finished six bottles of whiskey.

"Terrence, are you alright?" Aron quickly took the other bottles away. "Are you crazy?" Terrence leaned on the sofa and pinched the space between his eyebrows in discomfort.

"Where is Alexa?"