Never Forgive Never Forget (Celeste and Philip) novel Chapter 155

Philip said nothing.

But his grip on her wrist only tightened.

It hurt.

Celeste frowned, yanking her arm free with a sharp tug.

"Drunk and senseless. Why don't you go home and sleep it off."

Her words were icy as she shot him a cold look, scanning the parking lot for the "understated" car Alfred had mentioned.

But Philip wasn't ready to let her go.

"So it's this late and you're waiting around for Alfred, is that it? You know full well—"

A sharp beep cut him off.

Celeste couldn't be bothered to argue. She pressed the car key in her hand.

Headlights flashed on her right: a Rolls-Royce Cullinan lit up, white and gleaming.

Same model as Alfred's, except his was black. This one was pure white.

Celeste arched a brow.

Cullinan. Understated?

Mr. Alfred certainly had a unique definition of "low-profile."

She strode straight for the white Cullinan, leaving Philip rooted to the spot.

With the Duncan Group's finances, there was no way they'd give a luxury SUV like this to a daughter they barely acknowledged.

Even the Robertson Group wouldn't use a Cullinan for daily errands—who wastes money like that?

Did Alfred actually give her this car?

Philip's face darkened visibly.

Beside him, Viola's eyes went wide.

A million-dollar Cullinan!

And Celeste just slid right in, still wearing her loungewear!

The two of them stared, dumbfounded.

Celeste took a moment to settle in, then pressed the accelerator and headed straight for the villa to look for the porcelain piece.

To her, a car was just a way to get from A to B.

Soon, the taillights vanished into the underground garage.

Viola finally snapped out of her shock.

"Philip, if Celeste is using a Cullinan as her run-around car, do you think Mr. Alfred actually likes her?"

Respectful and careful, the housekeepers waited at the foot of the stairs, not following her up.

Celeste headed to her mother's collection, unwrapping piece after piece until she finally found the one Janice needed.

She wrapped it carefully, then texted Janice.

"I'll bring it by. Send me the address."

Janice quickly replied with an address and a location share invitation.

"It's not safe for you to come alone this late. I'll keep the door unlocked until you arrive."

"Alright."

A little smile tugged at Celeste's lips.

She'd already checked in with Janice on her way here, and now she was doing it again—it felt oddly comforting to have someone who cared.

Porcelain in hand, Celeste left the room and switched off the light.

Click.

A soft sound echoed from the second-floor landing.

Like the faint thud of a shoe hitting the floor.

Not loud, but in the darkness it was as sinister as a snake slithering up her spine. Sweat prickled along her hairline as she quickly flicked the lights back on.