No Mercy No Forgiveness (Maureen) novel Chapter 114

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Geoffrey’s eyes darkened as he looked up at her calm face, his thin lips parting slightly.

“What is it?”

“My private business.”

Maureen pretended it was a secret.

Geoffrey didn’t expect her to say that. His expression darkened, a cold glint flashing in his hawk–like eyes: “Let me remind you, whatever it is, don’t make me angry.”

Hearing this, Maureen was ninety percent sure that Andrea had told him about her asking for money.

But it was strange. Geoffrey wasn’t someone who could tolerate any slip–ups.

If he knew, why didn’t he confront her directly instead of beating around the bush?

After leaving the company, Maureen still didn’t understand.

She quietly sent a text to Justin.

Soon, a taxi stopped in front of her, and the driver was Justin.

Justin was indeed Gareth’s right–hand man, thinking everything through thoroughly.

After getting in the car.

Justin told her that a car was following them from behind.

Needless to say, it must be Geoffrey’s subordinates.

Should we lose them?

Justin asked.

No need.

If we shook them off again, it would only make Geoffrey more suspicious.

Justin glanced at Maureen through the rearview mirror: Where to now?

Could you just drive me around?

I’ve been feeling suffocated lately,

Okay.

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The car fell silent.

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Maureen rolled down the window, gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery outside as her mind gradually settled.

Meanwhile, the men Geoffrey had sent tailed them the entire way. Seeing this taxi endlessly circling the city without any destination, the bodyguards reported everything to Geoffrey.

Geoffrey ordered them to keep following.

When the taxi neared Ramirez Manor, Maureen spoke up: Justin, could you drive past it?

The Ramirez ancestral home stood on the hillside.

Since Juan cherished antiquities, the entire structure was wooden.

Juan had also planted numerous flowers around the manor, with Crabapple Blossoms–Maureen’s favorite–being the most abundant.

Because this place had been bought by Andrea.

Maureen could only watch from afar as the weeping crabapple blossoms painted the courtyard wall pink.

“Can’t believe they’re still here.”

She murmured.

Justin followed her gaze, his eyes landing on the stunning crabapple blossoms–a true feast for the eyes.

The villa appeared rustic yet breathed with vitality, clearly built with meticulous care by its original owner.

“What is this place?”

Justin couldn’t help asking.

“My childhood home in Karaville.”

Maureen replied.

Yet now, she wasn’t even entitled to step inside.

“Let’s go.”

Maureen averted her eyes.

The car pulled away slowly.

Unseen by Maureen, a disheveled man hid in nearby bushes, having kept clandestine watch all along,

After circling the city, Maureen had Justin drive her back to Pearl.

There, she sat at the piano in the music room, composing musical scores while playing.

Bodyguards reported Maureen’s movements to Geoffrey that day.

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Night fell.

Geoffrey deliberately lingered at the office before directing his driver toward the cafe on Main Street after nine.

Meanwhile, Maureen departed Pearl by car.

Her phone buzzed–a message from Justin:

“Geoffrey’s car is indeed heading to Main Street.”

Before Maureen returned to Pearl, she asked Justin to stake out outside the Sutton Group and see where Geoffrey would go that night.

Just as she expected.

Andrea hadn’t changed; she still loved tattling.

The coffee shop at night was basically empty.

Andrea had booked a private room with a view of the outside.

Maureen arrived on time.

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