Go After My Ex-wife
Chapter 1024 Heart Pounded Wildly

"Miss, are you heading out?" Santiago asked with a smile. The old Lennox hurried over to them, but he didn't manage to stop him.

"Yes, I'm going out." Cynthia waited for the car at the entrance. The driver had already gone to fetch the car, and she did not expect to bump into Santiago.

Santiago addressed her as 'Miss'. She didn't know what she was feeling. Was she too old?

She was in her twenties, several years older than him.

Cynthia lowered her head slightly. She didn't dare to raise her head to look at Santiago, but her face flushed red anyway.

How could the old Lennox not know what was going on? He wanted to stop her, but he didn't know what to say. If he didn't stop her, then it wouldn't make sense either.

What kind of person was Santiago? His reputation had long been ruined.

Cynthia was like a moth to a flame.

It was useless for the old Lennox to be anxious. Santiago took two steps towards her and lowered his head, saying, "Miss, I'll send you over."

"Is that a good idea?" Cynthia looked up at Santiago. Santiago pursed his lips and laughed all of a sudden. "Of course, it's great."

Cynthia's heart skipped a beat. How could there be such a good-looking person in this world?

"Miss Cynthia, the car is here." The old Lennox saw their family car and hurried to remind her. Cynthia looked at it slowly and felt somewhat disappointed, but she did not reveal it and just said, "I accept your good intentions. You may carry on your own way."

After that, Cynthia went to her car and bent down to sit inside. The old Lennox breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he opened the gate, and the car drove out. Cynthia lowered her head and said nothing. Santiago appeared slightly disappointed. He glanced at the old Lennox and said, "I'm leaving."

The old Lennox nodded his head. Santiago returned to his car and drove off.

The gate closed, and the old Lennox spat on the ground, "What was that? If it weren't for your father, Calvin, then you would've died many times over."

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Santiago looked into the rearview mirror, and a hint of amusement flashed across his eyes. He accelerated the car and caught up with Cynthia's car as fast as lightning. He then cut ahead of her car and stopped it horizontally, forcing her car to come to a stop as well.

The driver was so shocked that he immediately stepped on the brakes, and it almost threw Cynthia out of the car. She hurried to hold onto the seat.

The driver stopped and broke out in cold sweat from the fright. Cynthia tried to get out of the car in a flurry and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's the Atkinson family's car." The driver had received special training. The Atkinson family's car also had a mark, so he could recognize it at a glance.

Cynthia still felt somewhat odd. She looked in front of her with a puzzled expression. "Atkinson family?"

"Yes, it's from Mr. Rhys Atkinson's family. Their family crest is on the car. It's the same as the Cole family's, but this car had just been parked in front of the Cole family residence," the driver explained. Cynthia's thoughts shifted, and she looked ahead. Indeed, it was not anyone else, but Santiago who pushed the car door open.

Santiago pushed the door open and got out of it. He lit a cigarette and took a puff, throwing the lighter onto the car seat as he turned around to look at Cynthia's car. Cynthia's heart felt as if it had been stolen, and she immediately wanted to go up to him.

The driver said in the car, "Miss Cynthia, Mr. Flynt has disallowed all contact with outsiders."

Cynthia also knew that, but she just couldn't control herself and wanted to go out.

Santiago looked ahead for a while. He then took a drag on his cigarette. He threw it onto the ground, walked to the side of the car, and knocked on the door.

The driver swallowed hard and looked at Cynthia through the rearview mirror. "Miss Cynthia, do you want to make a call to Mr. Flynt?"

"No, he's busy. He will be worried and rush over in a hurry if I make the call. I don't think he's malicious."

Cynthia's nervous heart raced, and she clutched the bag tightly in her hand.

The driver was afraid of getting into trouble, and it was too late to make a call. Santiago was a well-known devil incarnate of a playboy in Capital City. If he caused trouble, then wouldn't he be beaten to death when he left home?

"Miss Cynthia, what should we do next?" The driver could only ask Cynthia. Cynthia thought for a while and said, "Open the window. Let me ask him what he wants with us. We're from the Cole family. He's not going to hurt us in broad daylight."

"Yes."

The driver wound down the window. Outside, Santiago was smiling brightly.

Although Cynthia was in her twenties, there were many rules in the Cole family. The daughters of the Cole family were bound by their duties and would not act recklessly. Quirina was raised outside and could never be openly accepted as a member of the Cole family. So, naturally, she had no rules or restrictions to abide by and did not care about the family unit.

Seeing Santiago's smile, Cynthia was stunned for a moment before her face flushed red, but she calmed herself down and asked Santiago, "What's wrong?" "Nothing. I forgot to ask what your name is. I asked Lennox, but he didn't tell me." Santiago's tone was tough, but he sounded like a spoiled child.

Cynthia blushed, and her heart pounded wildly. She lowered her head and said, "Cynthia."

"Cynthia?" Santiago nodded. "I've noted it."

Stretching out his hand, Santiago placed his hand in the car and pulled Cynthia's cold little hand. He spread out her palm and wrote a string of numbers in her palm. "Remember it, okay?"

Cynthia's heart was also very calm. She was a smart girl. If she couldn't even remember a phone number, then she would really be useless.

She looked at Santiago and did not reply, but she had already given him an answer. "I'm going to pick someone up at the airport. Don't block my way. There are other people here, and they're all looking at us." Santiago looked around and said with a smile, "Then, I'll get going. See you later."

Turning around, he returned to his own car. Cynthia clenched her fists tightly. She calmed herself down and said, "Let's go."

The driver breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Santiago, who had already driven away in front of him. Only then did he drive towards the airport at ease.

Cynthia quietly keyed in the phone number into her phone in the car and sat aside as if nothing had happened, but she still told the driver, "Holsen, don't tell anyone what happened today."

The driver glanced at Cynthia in the rearview mirror. The young mistress's words were to be obeyed. However, at first glance, Santiago did not seem like a nice person. If he cheated on Miss Cynthia, then he would be responsible for it as well.

"Miss Cynthia, Santiago has a bad reputation in Capital City. You can't trust him," the driver reminded her.

Cynthia said, "No matter how bad a person is, he has a good heart and character. What's more, we will benefit from being acquainted with people like him."

The driver thought for a while and agreed. Then, he said, "Miss Cynthia, you're much more far-sighted. I've worried too much."

"It's good as long as you don't speak a word of it." Cynthia didn't want her matters to be interfered with by others.

In fact, according to her family's wishes, it was her destiny to be married off to someone who could assist her younger brother in the future.

But among those who had achievements among the political elite, how many of them were not in their forties or fifties?

She was also a woman. In the face of such an ending, how could she accept it?

Even if she could marry the child of a high-ranking official, who could guarantee that the child of the high-ranking official wouldn't be more infamous than Santiago? Cynthia's heart gradually melted. She took the initiative to send Santiago a text message. Even though she didn't say anything, she sent him a smiley face emoji.

"I'm at the back," Santiago immediately replied with a text message to Cynthia. Cynthia turned around to have a look. Surely enough, Santiago was right behind them, at a distance that was neither too far nor too close, following them.

Cynthia was stunned for a moment. She lowered her head and smiled. Then she began to chat with Santiago.

After Cynthia's car reached the entrance of the airport, only then did Santiago's car leave. Cynthia sat in the car and did not get out of it immediately. Instead, she sent a text message to Santiago, asking him to be careful on the road.

Santiago did not reply to her. He drove back to his villa.