Chapter 317 Retaliation By The Divorced Heiress

• There were no stars in the night sky, just a bright moon. At Tideview Manor, the Maybach came to a stop. "Take Mr. Harris back," Mr. Salvador told the driver as he left alone. I'll enter on my own. There's no need to adhere to." "But, Mr. Salvador, precipitation is expected." While we were returning, I heard thunder. Ian felt worried. The manor and the main gate are still quite a distance apart. Maybe we should send someone to escort you in. "Not necessary." Justin had deep, icy features. "I feel a bit stuffy, so I want to take a walk," he said, giving his Windsor knot tie a gentle twist. You're free to go. "Yes, master."
• Ian watched Justin until the car vanished entirely into the darkness, leaning against the glass like a devoted guard dog. Breathing deeply, Justin turned to head toward the manor. But before he could move more than a few paces, there was a loud crack of thunder, and it started to pour. Justin was soaked through to the top by the time he got into the house. The stuffiness in his chest was very annoying, and the hard rain and fall winds were cold and unforgiving. Wilma hurried over, terrified. "Oh my gosh! Master Young! How on earth did you get so soaked? The driver is nowhere to be seen. And Ian, where is he? He had a pallid face.
• His lips quivered, and his jet-black hair, which hid his sparkling eyes, was drenched. His arms hung at his sides, dripping with water. He appeared to be a magnificent sea god who had just changed from being a fish to a human." Wilma. "Is there any wine? He questioned in a raspy voice as his throat constricted. I'd like to have a drink. "Even after becoming soaked, do you still want to sip alcohol? Do you really think this way? I'm going to get you some ginger tea. Get dressed quickly and head upstairs!" Wilma was rather worried. She started to turn to go, but Justin caught her. "All I want to do is sip wine. Let me drink.” “Young Master, what’s going on with you?”