The Heartless Ex-Wife novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Departure

Lindsey paid no attention to Tamia’s exaggerated expression and gently responded, “Uh–huh. My brother, Brayden. To avoid unnecessary trouble, we haven’t made it public yet. I hope you can help keep it a secret, Ms. Patrick.”

Tamia nodded blankly, still processing the overload of information.

A moment later, she finally found her voice. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone!”

Lindsey was amused by her dazed expression and chuckled, “Thank you. for standing up for me tonight, Ms. Patrick. I’d love to buy you dinner someday.”

Lindsey liked Tamia. On the way out of the villa, they had exchanged

contact info.

Tamia quickly waved her hands. “No, no, that’s not necessary!”

Tamia revered the things she admired from afar. Her past of being dragged through the mud online made her anxious. She just wanted to flee the scene as soon as possible.

“Ms. Patrick, please don’t turn us down. You helped my sister. Buying you dinner is the least we can do.”

Brayden straightened up, gazed at Tamia’s face, and continued.

“Of course, it’s not just for my sister. I’ve also got a selfish reason. Ms. Patrick, I think you have great potential to become popular. Have you considered switching agencies and signing with Lunaris? We’ll cover the penalty fee. You can just pack your

und jump ship.”

Tamia pointed at herself, looking shocked. It took a while before her voice returned.

“Me? Mr. Richmond, are you sure? Haha, I’m really not that kind of material.”

She laughed at herself and waved dismissively. Becoming popular? Please. She was already infamous.

Brayden pulled out a business card. “No need to rush your answer. Think it over. If you ever consider changing agencies, contact me. Or just reach out to Brielle.”

The card was placed into her palm. By the time Tamia snapped out of it, the two siblings were already gone in their car.

If not for the glossy gold–embossed card still in her hand, she would’ve thought the whole thing had just been a dream.

A beautiful, impossible dream.

***

The red sports car sped down the road.

Brayden glanced at the woman next to him, whose fingers were dancing on her laptop keyboard.

“My little princess, where are we going? Why don’t you stay at my place tonight? Don’t go to Terrence’s. He’s busy. We shouldn’t bother him.”

Lindsey paused, looked up, and smiled playfully, “Aren’t you busy too, Brayden? You’re picking me up and working at the same time. Wouldn’t I be a bother to you too?”

“A bother to me? No, I can multitask. It’s no bother at all!”

Lindsey chuckled.

After double–checking that every trace of her activity had been wiped clean, she closed the laptop.

“Let’s go to Silverwood Manor first.”

Brayden nearly hit the gas, thinking it was the brake. “Why would you want to go back to that jerk’s villa?”

Lindsey propped her chin up. staring at the night scenery flashing past the window.

“If I’m starting a new life, I need to cut all ties with the past. I still have a few things over there. Leaving them at that jerk’s place is just inappropriate.”

Brayden burst out laughing. “Well said! Inappropriate indeed!”

Soon, they arrived at Silverwood Manor.

It was usually a 30–minute trip, but Brayden got it done in 20 minutes.

Lindsey had spent the last three years abroad, and her traces had been intentionally erased.

Someone had gone through the effort of separating two mistakenly entangled vines. Might as well take the final step and uproot what was never meant to grow there.