Chapter 218 Don't Tell Me You Buy It

Meanwhile, in the neighborhood, Nathaniel sat in the car with his eyebrows furrowed. "How long has it been?" "Ten minutes," Alfred replied, wiping his sweat. Only ten minutes? Nathaniel furrowed his brows even more tightly. He couldn't figure out why Janet had come to find Anastasia. After all, they had always been incompatible. Nathaniel's fingers unconsciously tapped the back of his seat, which was a sign of worry. But at this time, he was not worried about Anastasia, but Janet. Janet had just escaped from the hands of the kidnappers in the factory, and Nathaniel was afraid that Anastasia would hurt Janet. The more Nathaniel thought about it, the more irritated he became, so he got out of the car and went to press the doorbell. In the room, Janet sat on the sofa with cold eyes, while Anastasia, who curled up in the corner, kept talking, "Janet, if you don't let me go,