The Patriarch Of The Mills
Upon noticing how quiet Arielle had become, Jason thought she must have begun questioning her
relationship with Vinson.
He continued adding fuel to the fire. “We’ve been out for hours, but where’s Vinson? Has he come to
look for you? He didn’t even bother to call! Do you think he cares for you? It takes a man to know a
man. Vinson wouldn’t have hugged another woman and brought her home if he really cares for you.
That man is a scumbag!”
Arielle knitted her brows. “I know you’re saying this because you’re worried about me, but please don’t
badmouth Vinson. I know what kind of man he is, and he’s definitely not a scumbag!”
“Really? Do you think so?” Jason squinted his eyes. “Do you think a rich man like him would remain
faithful to just one woman? If he really loves you, he would have called you by now. Where is he and
has he called you?”
“He didn’t call me because he couldn’t reach me.”
“What does that even mean? Did he lose his phone? Or is there a signal problem nationwide?” Jason
sneered.
Arielle could not explain it to Jason, as she could not reveal Vinson’s plan to a stranger. She frowned
and said, “I may have viewed you as a friend, but please don’t cross the line, Jason.”
Jason’s expression darkened, and he was at a loss for words for a moment. “Fine! Live in your fantasy
for all I care! You’ve placed your trust on the wrong man, and you’re gonna regret this!”
The color drained out of Arielle’s face. “Stop the car!”
Jason steered the car to the side and parked beside the curb.
The moment Arielle stepped out of the car and closed the door, Jason sped off without hesitation.
Jason was mad at Arielle, and so was Arielle.
She appreciated Jason’s concern, but she did not need him to cross her boundaries.
Since he had dropped her in the city center, it wouldn’t be difficult for her to get a cab.
When Arielle was about to hail a cab, a black MPV approached and stopped beside her. Vinson?
It wasn’t Vinson. Arielle took a closer look at the person when he winded down the window. It was
Cornelius, Queenie’s older brother.
Cornelius got down from the car and gave her a puzzled look. “It really is you, Ms. Moore. I thought my
eyes were playing tricks on me. Why are you alone? Shopping?”
Shopping…
Arielle’s face turned pallid for a moment.
If only I’m in the mood for shopping.
Yet, Arielle plastered a smile on her face and replied, “Yup. Just done shopping.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll send you home then. That way, I can tell more about the selection of the new family
patriarch.”
Arielle instantly remembered that Mills would be selecting their next family patriarch tomorrow.
She didn’t mind if she was not appointed as the next patriarch, but she was eager to get her hands on
the medical manuscripts of ancient Chanaean medicine. Since only the patriarch of the Mill family
would have exclusive access to those manuscripts, she had no choice but to fight for the position.
With those manuscripts, Arielle believed she could take her medical skills up to the next level.
She would also be able to bring the Wilhelms over to Chanaea and continue teaching others about
ancient Chanaean medicine.
That had always been the Whilhelms’ dream, and it was Arielle’s duty as their adoptive daughter to
help them fulfill their dream.
At the thought of this, Arielle got into Cornelius’ car without hesitation.
Little did she know that a white MPV had been tailing them from behind and observing their interaction.
62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda