On the Day I Was Kicked Out of the Wealthy Family, I Had a Flash Marriage with a Tycoon-Chapter 79: Can’t Threaten Her

"They still have the nerve to look for you?" Jean Kensington frowned.

Chloe Sterling pursed her lips and said nothing, which was as good as an admission.

’It was more than just them looking for me. They took turns putting on a show of deep, heartfelt parent-child affection, but I couldn’t be bothered to even mention it.’

Seeing the slight change in her friend’s expression, Jean Kensington decided not to bring up the upsetting topic again. "Let’s drop it," she said. "What a downer. It’s going to ruin our meal."

Chloe Sterling gave a soft laugh. "By the way, I finally thought of something recently. A way we might be able to cure the baby."

At her words, Jean Kensington’s eyes instantly lit up, full of hope. "Really?"

Chloe Sterling nodded. "Yes, but there’s one thing that’s quite difficult to find. I still need to figure out a way."

"What is it? Let me find it. Finding things is what I’m good at!"

"You won’t be able to find this one. It has to be found deep in the mountains, in an old forest. If my timing is right, the fruit is about to ripen. I’m going to take a trip back to my hometown in a few days."

"A fruit?"

"Yes, the fruit of a medicinal herb. It only fruits once every seven years. The forest I used to visit often as a child has them."

"Once every seven years! That must be incredibly rare."

"That’s right, and it’s extremely rare."

"I’ll go with you."

"Okay. We can bring the baby, too. The country air is really good, and the scenery in the mountains is beautiful."

"Okay, then we’ll drive back together. I’d love to see the place where you grew up."

The two chatted on.

Meanwhile, Charles Sterling’s phone rang again.

"Yes? What’s the status?"

On the other end of the line, his subordinate reported, "Sir, we haven’t found Lynn Chester. The Lancasters don’t know where she is, either. And since Old Mrs. Lancaster has already recovered, it’s unlikely she’ll go back to their residence."

Charles Sterling frowned. "No trace at all?"

"None. I checked the surveillance footage around the Lancaster estate, and all the clips featuring Lynn Chester have vanished. I managed to get a photo of her, but there’s still no sign of her. It’s as if she just evaporated into thin air."

"Have you tried to contact the person from the Lancaster family?" Charles Sterling asked.

"It was an anonymous number, also untraceable." After a pause, the subordinate asked cautiously, "Sir, what should we do now?"

After a moment of silence, Charles Sterling said, "You all head back to Crestfall for now."

After hanging up, Charles Sterling set his phone aside, his expression grim.

’This Lynn Chester really is something. It seems finding her will be much more difficult than I imagined.’

Chloe Sterling didn’t notice what was happening on his end and continued to eat quietly.

"By the way, it just occurred to me that Silas Coldwell has been quiet lately. Has he stopped making trouble for Jasper Lockwood? Did Jasper put him in his place? Or is he plotting something bigger?" Jean Kensington asked, gnawing on a pork rib.

"He’s probably given up."

"Given up? He doesn’t strike me as the type to give up easily. I suspect it’s not that simple. Chloe, you’d better be careful."

"I will." Chloe Sterling didn’t say that she was the one who had gotten him out of a bind—and gotten hurt herself—in exchange for this temporary peace.

Otherwise, Jean would undoubtedly launch into one of her endless lectures.

Jean was only four years older than her, but she always acted as if she’d seen it all, lecturing her with grand life lessons.

But in reality, aside from having a son, Jean had never even been in a romantic relationship.

After dinner, the two went to a café and ordered two cups of coffee.

Just then, Silas Coldwell suddenly appeared. He strode over, exuding an aura of supreme arrogance, and sat down beside Chloe Sterling.

Jean Kensington stared at him in astonishment.

Although Silas Coldwell didn’t recognize her or know that she was Whisper—the hacker who constantly thwarted his men—she still felt inexplicably nervous seeing this tyrant up close. After all, Silas had been trying to capture her for ages and would love nothing more than to see her dead.

Thankfully, Silas Coldwell’s gaze wasn’t on her, so he didn’t notice her slightly nervous expression.

She averted her gaze and, feigning ignorance, said deliberately, "Chloe, is this a friend of yours? He’s quite handsome!"

Chloe Sterling glanced at her. ’You’re pretty composed,’ she thought.

"Not a friend. Just an acquaintance. We don’t know each other well."

Silas Coldwell fixed his mesmerizing eyes on her and scoffed. "Don’t know each other well? Are you sure? That’s not what you were saying when you were in my bed."

"PFFT!" Jean Kensington couldn’t hold back and almost sprayed her coffee everywhere. Forcing it down, she ended up choking. "COUGH, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..."

Chloe Sterling immediately handed her a napkin. Jean took it, wiped her mouth, and finally regained her composure. She looked at the two of them and gave a hollow laugh. "My apologies, my apologies."

’Choking a little was no big deal. If I had sprayed it on that monster, Silas, I might not have walked out of this café alive today.’

Chloe finally turned to Silas Coldwell. "What nonsense are you spouting? Are you sick in the head?"

Silas Coldwell smirked devilishly. "Are you going to deny you’ve been in my bed? Back in Country E, Auntie Vera saw you with Jasper Lockwood, didn’t she? Did he not have any second thoughts when he saw that even my own butler recognized you?"

Chloe stirred her coffee, saying slowly and deliberately, "Are you saying you’re concerned about him?"

Silas Coldwell: "Yes, I am. I was wondering if he’s been angered to death yet."

Chloe Sterling: "No. He’s always calm and composed."

Silas Coldwell: "..."

Jean Kensington finished the coffee in her cup and stood up. "Chloe, I’ll let you two talk. I’m heading back to the office."

"Okay, be careful on your way."

Silas Coldwell watched Jean leave, then suddenly asked, "Is that your friend?"

He was asking Chloe Sterling.

Chloe Sterling replied, "That’s none of your business."

Silas Coldwell’s face immediately darkened.

Not wanting to stay a second longer, Jean Kensington grabbed her bag and left at once.

"The day after tomorrow, you’re coming with me," Silas Coldwell said, his tone stiff and commanding.

Chloe Sterling: "No."

"You’re going whether you want to or not! It’s not up to you!" Silas was domineering and forceful.

Chloe shot him a sidelong glance, the corners of her lips suddenly curling into a meaningful smile.

It was a look of utter disdain for his forcefulness and tyranny.

Silas couldn’t stand it when she looked at him like that. No one but her ever dared to treat him with such an attitude!

"Lynn Chester!" he bit out, squeezing the two words through clenched teeth.

"I’m not your subordinate. Your orders are useless on me," Chloe Sterling said, taking a sip of her coffee. Her tone was light, yet carried immense weight.

"Fine. Then don’t blame me for using force." As he spoke, Silas Coldwell suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, intending to drag her away.

But before he could even stand up, he smelled a peculiar fragrance. Immediately after, it felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body. He glared furiously at Chloe Sterling. "You used that trick again!"

Chloe easily pulled her arm free. "I’ve told you before. You can’t threaten me."

Silas Coldwell: "..."

’How the hell am I supposed to counter her damn Enchanting Fragrance?’

’It’s because of this that I still can’t keep her by my side.’

Chloe Sterling finished her coffee, looked at his devastatingly handsome face, and said leisurely, "You should be glad it’s daytime and we’re in a café. If it were nighttime, in some club or bar, you’d be in real danger. The moment I walk away, you’ll be eaten alive by a pack of infatuated women."