Todos os capítulos de Doting on the Greenhorn: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

At that moment, a news alert popped up on Heather's computer."Breaking: Eight-Car Pile-up on Oceanview Bridge. The Scene Is Tragic!"Oceanview Bridge was the only way to Magnolia Creek. Tyrone wouldn't be that unlucky, would he?Heather's heart skipped a beat. She considered calling him, but then hesitated.He was a busy man. If he wasn't involved in the accident, she might end up disturbing him by calling him out of the blue. After a moment of deliberation, she decided to call Caleb instead."Yes, Ms. Sutton?" Caleb answered after a few rings."Mr. Hall, Tyrone hasn't come back yet. I saw the news about an accident on Oceanview Bridge. Is he alright?"There was a brief pause before Caleb replied, "Ms. Sutton, Mr. Elkin has something else going on tonight. He didn't go to Oceanview Bridge.""Okay, thank you." Relieved, Heather hung up without asking further questions.Elkin Group had a lot of businesses, and working late was normal. Heather wondered what time Tyrone would c

The maids looked uneasy, as if they were hiding something.Heather raised an eyebrow. "Is something going on?""Ms. Sutton, they were just slacking off. There's nothing to worry about. Please, go have breakfast," Lucy said with a forced smile, then turned to the maids with a stern expression. "Get back to work."At that moment, the reporter on the TV announced, "Mr. and Mrs. Elkin, along with her family, left the hotel at 11:00 pm last night. Reporters observed the couple being very affectionate…"Heather's gaze wavered as she walked toward the living room and saw the news headline."Rare Appearance of Tyrone Elkin's Wife, Janine Seel. Mr. Elkin Dines Out with Beloved Wife and Family, Showing Sweet Interactions."The screen showed Tyrone with a young woman at the hotel entrance, looking cozy and intimate.Tyrone usually only appeared in financial news and rarely in the entertainment section. His rare appearance with Janine had overshadowed last night's major car accident in the

"Don't worry about it. I have other things to do at noon, so I won't stay for lunch. You all enjoy lunch," Heather said.Macey had never liked her. If Thomas had her cook for Heather, she would probably cause a scene."Alright then, I won't keep you any longer. Hattie, remember to talk to Mr. Elkin about lifting the seizure order on Snyder Corporation," Thomas said with a smile.Heather pressed her lips together. "I'll let you know if there's any update.""Then I'll be waiting for your good news. Let me see you out," Thomas said cheerfully as he accompanied her to the door.They walked through the garden and out the front gate, where Heather got into the car waiting for her and left.Macey walked over with a cold expression. "Why did she ask about the Simpson family?"She had been eavesdropping from upstairs and had heard the entire conversation.Thomas' expression darkened immediately, and his eyes narrowed shrewdly. "That mad dog from the Simpson family went after her for rev

Heather frowned and said, "I didn't know it was her car. I didn't purposely ask the driver to hit her car."The collision between the Maybach and the Maserati had attracted quite a huge crowd of onlookers.Craig looked at Heather, then lowered his head to look at Selena, whom he embraced in his arms. He reached out to hug her shoulder, as if protecting her.He softly said, "Whatever has happened has happened. I'll buy you another one. No need to waste our time with others. Your mom is still waiting for us. Let's go."Upon hearing his words, Selena was shocked. She looked up at Craig. Did he just refer to Heather as "others"?Craig only gave her a gentle smile. He ushered her toward the Maserati and opened the door for her to get in.Selena was surprised by his reaction. Sitting in the car, she couldn't help but give Heather a smug look.Craig closed the car door and went around to the driver's seat. Soon, the Maserati left.Craig hadn't been able to make eye contact with Heathe

"Alright, see you in 20 minutes." Heather then hung up the phone and headed toward the door.…In the vice president's office in Simpson Group, Craig sat in front of his desk, dressed in a white sweater and casual gray pants. His head was slightly lowered; a few strands of hair fell across his forehead, giving him a gentle and refined aura.He put his phone down. His elegant fingers pressed against the pen as he signed his name on the document that was spread out in front of him. He then closed it and handed it to the assistant waiting on the side."Send this document to the finance department and have them transfer the money for our cooperation with Ziegler Group."After hearing his instructions, the assistant respectfully replied, "Yes, Mr. Simpson."Craig was still young and had never held a position in the company before. He had just been appointed as the vice president, and no one had high expectations for this seemingly gentle and agreeable young man. Some even thought