Chapter 913: Dispose of It Secretly

Chloe Reed tossed her long hair, curled her lips into a smile, and said, "Take a guess."

"Oh, so beautiful, so beautiful. I’m going to faint from all this beauty..." Fiona Linton watched her, flopping straight onto the sofa with wildly exaggerated expressions and movements.

Amused, Chloe shook her head helplessly. "Tone down your acting. You’d never make it in the entertainment industry."

Fiona clutched her chest. "Oh, right in the heart!"

Just then, Chloe’s phone chimed. She pulled it out to check the screen. "My friend is here to pick me up. I’m heading out."

Fiona nodded. The moment Chloe left the living room, Fiona eagerly scurried over to the door and peeked outside. She absolutely had to see who this friend was.

When she saw the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked outside the main gate, her eyes widened slightly. The car door opened, and Preston Vance stepped out. Dressed simply in a white dress shirt and black trousers, he reached up to adjust his glasses, looking elegant and gentle.

Tsking, Fiona couldn’t help but murmur, "So it’s a boyfriend."

Watching them get into the car and drive off, Fiona withdrew her gaze. She turned around to head back inside, only to see Walker Grant standing on the staircase, making his way down.

Startled, she hurriedly went over to support him. "What are you doing coming down? Why didn’t you use the elevator? What if you fall?"

Walker paused his steps and suddenly asked, "If I fell, would she feel bad?"

"Give it a rest, man!" Fiona looked utterly exasperated. "Your eyes haven’t even healed yet, and she still wants to divorce you. Do you really think playing the sympathy card is going to work?"

Turning to face her, Walker asked, "Then do you know why she wants to divorce me?"

Fiona answered honestly. "I really don’t know. If I did, for the sake of all the money you’re paying me, I would’ve dropped you a hint or two."

Walker turned his head back and continued down the stairs. "I heard her go out just now. Who did she leave with? Do you know what she’s doing?"

Fiona guided him to the sofa. Looking at him with a complicated expression, she said, "She left with Preston Vance. Preston came to pick her up."

Walker lowered his head slightly, his handsome face devoid of any shift in emotion.

Curious, Fiona asked, "Why do you look so calm? Don’t you feel any sense of crisis?"

"I’m thinking about the best way to get rid of him without leaving a trace," Walker said in a slow, casual tone.

Fiona was speechless.

She felt an inexplicable chill wash over her and instinctively took two steps back. "Well, um, I don’t know anything, okay? I didn’t hear a word."

She really hoped he wouldn’t *get rid* of her without a trace just for hearing that. That would be completely unfair.

Walker gave a soft chuckle, then asked, "Aren’t you going to continue treating me?"

"Honestly, I’m a little scared of you right now," Fiona admitted.

Walker held out his hand. "Come on."

Fiona quietly stepped forward.

Meanwhile, inside the Rolls-Royce.

Preston drove with a faint smile on his lips. His gentle gaze swept over Chloe as he offered a straightforward compliment. "You look beautiful today."

"Thank you," Chloe replied.

Preston was in an exceptionally good mood. She had dressed up and put on makeup to see him—didn’t that mean she valued him in her heart?

He reached out and tapped the music player, and a gentle melody began to flow through the cabin.

Chloe glanced at the dashboard and asked, "Where are we going?"

"It’s almost noon," Preston said. "I know a great restaurant. I want to take you there to try it."

"Alright." Chloe didn’t refuse.