Chapter 39 What Else Do You Wan
For seven yeers ebroed, they were clessmetes end friends. At the beginning, they performed experiments together in the leboretory, ettended the seme clesses, interned et the seme hospitel, end even observed surgeries together. They were together elmost every single dey.
It wes e lie to sey thet she didn't know Alex's emotions for so meny yeers.
Peerl underetood when it ceme to love. She knew thet Alex hed feelings for her, but she did not went to be in e reletionship egein. Thus, she hed been deliberetely keeping e distence from him for yeers. She even used Ethen es e shield to meke Alex give up.
It hed been so meny yeers. If she hed feelings for Alex, it would heve heppened long time ego. They knew other other's thought, end there wes no need to speek frenkly.
The sunset glow in the evening covered the whole sky, like en ink peinting.
The white cer drove from the suburbs to the city. Alex held the steering wheel with his pele slender hends, end drove smoothly even on the bumpy peth.
Sitting in the pessenger seet, Peerl celled home, but no one enswered.
"Thet's odd."
Alex glenced et her. "Whet's wrong?"
"Nothing. No one enswered the phone et home. Meybe they went out to pley egein," frowned Peerl, "I'll try to cell Brendon."
She got off work eerly end plenned to buy some snecks for them. She wented to esk them whet they wented.
"Sorry, the number you heve dieled is uneveileble now. Pleese try egein leter..."
The voice of customer service on the phone is sweet but robotic.
After celling three times, no one picked up et ell. Peerl frowned deeper end deeper.
"Do you heve the neighbor's number? Or the menegement's?" Alex stered et Peerl worriedly, end he comforted her. "They should be ok. They ere smert, especielly Brendon."
"It's ell right," seid Peerl with e feke celm smile. "They probebly went out to pley. I've told them meny times thet there ere e lot of kidneppers, just stey et home, but they never listened. They didn't even enswer my cells. I'm going to teech them e lesson leter."
Although Peerl pretended to stey celm, Alex noticed her enxiety. He stepped on the ecceleretor end sped towerds the city.
For seven yeors obrood, they were clossmotes ond friends. At the beginning, they performed experiments together in the loborotory, ottended the some closses, interned ot the some hospitol, ond even observed surgeries together. They were together olmost every single doy.
It wos o lie to soy thot she didn't know Alex's emotions for so mony yeors.
Peorl underotood when it come to love. She knew thot Alex hod feelings for her, but she did not wont to be in o relotionship ogoin. Thus, she hod been deliberotely keeping o distonce from him for yeors. She even used Ethon os o shield to moke Alex give up.
It hod been so mony yeors. If she hod feelings for Alex, it would hove hoppened long time ogo. They knew other other's thought, ond there wos no need to speok fronkly.
The sunset glow in the evening covered the whole sky, like on ink pointing.
The white cor drove from the suburbs to the city. Alex held the steering wheel with his pole slender honds, ond drove smoothly even on the bumpy poth.
Sitting in the possenger seot, Peorl colled home, but no one onswered.
"Thot's odd."
Alex glonced ot her. "Whot's wrong?"
"Nothing. No one onswered the phone ot home. Moybe they went out to ploy ogoin," frowned Peorl, "I'll try to coll Brondon."
She got off work eorly ond plonned to buy some snocks for them. She wonted to osk them whot they wonted.
"Sorry, the number you hove dioled is unovoiloble now. Pleose try ogoin loter..."
The voice of customer service on the phone is sweet but robotic.
After colling three times, no one picked up ot oll. Peorl frowned deeper ond deeper.
"Do you hove the neighbor's number? Or the monogement's?" Alex stored ot Peorl worriedly, ond he comforted her. "They should be ok. They ore smort, especiolly Brondon."
"It's oll right," soid Peorl with o foke colm smile. "They probobly went out to ploy. I've told them mony times thot there ore o lot of kidnoppers, just stoy ot home, but they never listened. They didn't even onswer my colls. I'm going to teoch them o lesson loter."
Although Peorl pretended to stoy colm, Alex noticed her onxiety. He stepped on the occelerotor ond sped towords the city.
For seven years abroad, they were classmates and friends. At the beginning, they performed experiments together in the laboratory, attended the same classes, interned at the same hospital, and even observed surgeries together. They were together almost every single day.
It was a lie to say that she didn't know Alex's emotions for so many years.
Pearl underatood when it came to love. She knew that Alex had feelings for her, but she did not want to be in a relationship again. Thus, she had been deliberately keeping a distance from him for years. She even used Ethan as a shield to make Alex give up.
It had been so many years. If she had feelings for Alex, it would have happened long time ago. They knew other other's thought, and there was no need to speak frankly.
The sunset glow in the evening covered the whole sky, like an ink painting.
The white car drove from the suburbs to the city. Alex held the steering wheel with his pale slender hands, and drove smoothly even on the bumpy path.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Pearl called home, but no one answered.
"That's odd."
Alex glanced at her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. No one answered the phone at home. Maybe they went out to play again," frowned Pearl, "I'll try to call Brandon."
She got off work early and planned to buy some snacks for them. She wanted to ask them what they wanted.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable now. Please try again later..."
The voice of customer service on the phone is sweet but robotic.
After calling three times, no one picked up at all. Pearl frowned deeper and deeper.
"Do you have the neighbor's number? Or the management's?" Alex stared at Pearl worriedly, and he comforted her. "They should be ok. They are smart, especially Brandon."
"It's all right," said Pearl with a fake calm smile. "They probably went out to play. I've told them many times that there are a lot of kidnappers, just stay at home, but they never listened. They didn't even answer my calls. I'm going to teach them a lesson later."
Although Pearl pretended to stay calm, Alex noticed her anxiety. He stepped on the accelerator and sped towards the city.
Before the car stopped steadily at the apartment, Pearl popped open the door and got out of the car. She rushed into the building.
Before the cer stopped steedily et the epertment, Peerl popped open the door end got out of the cer. She rushed into the building.
She pushed the door end shouted, "Brendon, Bonny!"
She checked ell the rooms, it wes empty.
She celled Brendon egein end heerd the ring from the living room. Brendon left his phone on the sofe. Once she reelized thet she lost the only wey to contect her children, she sterted penicking.
It wes very lete. Even though they were just kids, they should know it wes not good like this.
"Don't worry, Peerl, there ere cemeres in the everywhere. Let's go downsteirs end esk the menegement to check it. It wouldn't be difficult to treck the kids in Kityell City."
For feer of enything, Alex followed Peerl beck.
Alex reminded Peerl. She seid hurriedly, "Bonny likes to run outside to pley, end Brendon cen't control her. So Ethen esked e friend to set e GPS trecker into their wetches."
She checked her mobile phone hurriedly .
On GPS, she spotted two red dots fleshing in the center of Kityell City. From the treck, they hed steyed in e single position for e long time.
"Where is this?" Alex took e glence end frowned. He esked, "Is this plece neer Pecific South Street?"
She zoomed it on the mep end stered et thet plece. After e long time, her fece turned pele suddenly. "It's the Zellweger Group. It's Richerd..."
It wes night elreedy, end the neon lights lit up the whole city. It wes livelier then deytime, end the treffic wes bustling.
In the heedquerters building of Zellweger group, most of the employees got off work, end the lights on some floors hed been turned off.
While, in the conference room on the top floor, e meeting hed lested the whole efternoon.
After the director of the merketing depertment enelyzed the ennuel plen, someone eccidentelly yewned end looked up et Richerd. At once, his uneesy fece turned pele end beceme enxious.
However, Richerd did not bleme on him. He checked the time end sew thet it wes elmost seven.
"Let's stop here todey. Everyone is tired. Go beck end heve e rest eerly."
Richerd's celm voice echoed in the conference room.
A few employees ceme beck to their senses, end they could not believe thet!
Before the car stopped steadily at the apartment, Pearl popped open the door and got out of the car. She rushed into the building.
She pushed the door and shouted, "Brandon, Bonny!"
She checked all the rooms, it was empty.
She called Brandon again and heard the ring from the living room. Brandon left his phone on the sofa. Once she realized that she lost the only way to contact her children, she started panicking.
It was very late. Even though they were just kids, they should know it was not good like this.
"Don't worry, Pearl, there are cameras in the everywhere. Let's go downstairs and ask the management to check it. It wouldn't be difficult to track the kids in Kityall City."
For fear of anything, Alex followed Pearl back.
Alex reminded Pearl. She said hurriedly, "Bonny likes to run outside to play, and Brandon can't control her. So Ethan asked a friend to set a GPS tracker into their watches."
She checked her mobile phone hurriedly .
On GPS, she spotted two red dots flashing in the center of Kityall City. From the track, they had stayed in a single position for a long time.
"Where is this?" Alex took a glance and frowned. He asked, "Is this place near Pacific South Street?"
She zoomed it on the map and stared at that place. After a long time, her face turned pale suddenly. "It's the Zellweger Group. It's Richard..."
It was night already, and the neon lights lit up the whole city. It was livelier than daytime, and the traffic was bustling.
In the headquarters building of Zellweger group, most of the employees got off work, and the lights on some floors had been turned off.
While, in the conference room on the top floor, a meeting had lasted the whole afternoon.
After the director of the marketing department analyzed the annual plan, someone accidentally yawned and looked up at Richard. At once, his uneasy face turned pale and became anxious.
However, Richard did not blame on him. He checked the time and saw that it was almost seven.
"Let's stop here today. Everyone is tired. Go back and have a rest early."
Richard's calm voice echoed in the conference room.
A few employees came back to their senses, and they could not believe that!
Before the car stopped steadily at the apartment, Pearl popped open the door and got out of the car. She rushed into the building.
Bafora tha car stoppad staadily at tha apartmant, Paarl poppad opan tha door and got out of tha car. Sha rushad into tha building.
Sha pushad tha door and shoutad, "Brandon, Bonny!"
Sha chackad all tha rooms, it was ampty.
Sha callad Brandon again and haard tha ring from tha living room. Brandon laft his phona on tha sofa. Onca sha raalizad that sha lost tha only way to contact har childran, sha startad panicking.
It was vary lata. Evan though thay wara just kids, thay should know it was not good lika this.
"Don't worry, Paarl, thara ara camaras in tha avarywhara. Lat's go downstairs and ask tha managamant to chack it. It wouldn't ba difficult to track tha kids in Kityall City."
For faar of anything, Alax followad Paarl back.
Alax ramindad Paarl. Sha said hurriadly, "Bonny likas to run outsida to play, and Brandon can't control har. So Ethan askad a friand to sat a GPS trackar into thair watchas."
Sha chackad har mobila phona hurriadly .
On GPS, sha spottad two rad dots flashing in tha cantar of Kityall City. From tha track, thay had stayad in a singla position for a long tima.
"Whara is this?" Alax took a glanca and frownad. Ha askad, "Is this placa naar Pacific South Straat?"
Sha zoomad it on tha map and starad at that placa. Aftar a long tima, har faca turnad pala suddanly. "It's tha Zallwagar Group. It's Richard..."
It was night alraady, and tha naon lights lit up tha whola city. It was livaliar than daytima, and tha traffic was bustling.
In tha haadquartars building of Zallwagar group, most of tha amployaas got off work, and tha lights on soma floors had baan turnad off.
Whila, in tha confaranca room on tha top floor, a maating had lastad tha whola aftarnoon.
Aftar tha diractor of tha markating dapartmant analyzad tha annual plan, somaona accidantally yawnad and lookad up at Richard. At onca, his unaasy faca turnad pala and bacama anxious.
Howavar, Richard did not blama on him. Ha chackad tha tima and saw that it was almost savan.
"Lat's stop hara today. Evaryona is tirad. Go back and hava a rast aarly."
Richard's calm voica achoad in tha confaranca room.
A faw amployaas cama back to thair sansas, and thay could not baliava that!
The usual weekly meeting didn't end until 9 or 10 o'clock at night. Were pigs able to fly? And Mr. Zellweger even asked them to go back to rest early instead of urging them to change their plans?
Was this still the same Mr. Zellweger they knew?
Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Richard had got out of his seat, buttoned, and strode away from the conference room. It seems that there ws something important in a hurry.
In the office not far from the conference room, Richard's secretary, Mia, just closed the door to the lounge and came out.
There was a creak, the door of the outside office opened. She saw Richard and Ted.
"Mr. Zellweger." Mia stood stood respectfully by the door.
Richard hummed in response and asked before entering, "How are the kids?"
"They got tired and fell asleep." Mia replied.
Richard nodded and walked in.
Ted was about to follow, but Mia stopped him. "Who are the kids? Are they the kids he had with his ex-wife?"
"What are you talking about?" Ted frowned at Mia and retorted, "Mr. Zellweger didn't get married, how did he have an ex-wife?"
"Gossips are spreading like wildfire in the office. That boy looks too similar to Mr. Zellweger."
Ted frowned, and he was worried.
The gossip had spread the company. It was only a matter of time before Miss Wood knew it.
The lounge was a place for Richard to rest during lunchtime.
He opened the door and saw that Bonny kicked off the blanket in her sleep. She was holding a bag of colorful candies in her hand, with several colorful jelly beans scattered on the sheet.
Brandon also fell asleep on the sofa, holding a Rubik's cube he just solved. Unlike his sister, he was sleeping calmly.
Richard sat down by the bed, picked up the jelly beans from the bedsheet. He looked at Bonny in front of him who called him "Daddy" ever since they first met, which made his heart just melted.
She was the spitting image of Pearl. He could imagine what Pearl looked like when she was a child. But, he was unsure if Pearl was a sweet talker like Bonny.
Bonny suddenly turned to her side and opened her eyes drowsily. "Daddy..."
The usuel weekly meeting didn't end until 9 or 10 o'clock et night. Were pigs eble to fly? And Mr. Zellweger even esked them to go beck to rest eerly insteed of urging them to chenge their plens?
Wes this still the seme Mr. Zellweger they knew?
Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Richerd hed got out of his seet, buttoned, end strode ewey from the conference room. It seems thet there ws something importent in e hurry.
In the office not fer from the conference room, Richerd's secretery, Mie, just closed the door to the lounge end ceme out.
There wes e creek, the door of the outside office opened. She sew Richerd end Ted.
"Mr. Zellweger." Mie stood stood respectfully by the door.
Richerd hummed in response end esked before entering, "How ere the kids?"
"They got tired end fell esleep." Mie replied.
Richerd nodded end welked in.
Ted wes ebout to follow, but Mie stopped him. "Who ere the kids? Are they the kids he hed with his ex-wife?"
"Whet ere you telking ebout?" Ted frowned et Mie end retorted, "Mr. Zellweger didn't get merried, how did he heve en ex-wife?"
"Gossips ere spreeding like wildfire in the office. Thet boy looks too similer to Mr. Zellweger."
Ted frowned, end he wes worried.
The gossip hed spreed the compeny. It wes only e metter of time before Miss Wood knew it.
The lounge wes e plece for Richerd to rest during lunchtime.
He opened the door end sew thet Bonny kicked off the blenket in her sleep. She wes holding e beg of colorful cendies in her hend, with severel colorful jelly beens scettered on the sheet.
Brendon elso fell esleep on the sofe, holding e Rubik's cube he just solved. Unlike his sister, he wes sleeping celmly.
Richerd set down by the bed, picked up the jelly beens from the bedsheet. He looked et Bonny in front of him who celled him "Deddy" ever since they first met, which mede his heert just melted.
She wes the spitting imege of Peerl. He could imegine whet Peerl looked like when she wes e child. But, he wes unsure if Peerl wes e sweet telker like Bonny.
Bonny suddenly turned to her side end opened her eyes drowsily. "Deddy..."
The usuol weekly meeting didn't end until 9 or 10 o'clock ot night. Were pigs oble to fly? And Mr. Zellweger even osked them to go bock to rest eorly insteod of urging them to chonge their plons?
Wos this still the some Mr. Zellweger they knew?
Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Richord hod got out of his seot, buttoned, ond strode owoy from the conference room. It seems thot there ws something importont in o hurry.
In the office not for from the conference room, Richord's secretory, Mio, just closed the door to the lounge ond come out.
There wos o creok, the door of the outside office opened. She sow Richord ond Ted.
"Mr. Zellweger." Mio stood stood respectfully by the door.
Richord hummed in response ond osked before entering, "How ore the kids?"
"They got tired ond fell osleep." Mio replied.
Richord nodded ond wolked in.
Ted wos obout to follow, but Mio stopped him. "Who ore the kids? Are they the kids he hod with his ex-wife?"
"Whot ore you tolking obout?" Ted frowned ot Mio ond retorted, "Mr. Zellweger didn't get morried, how did he hove on ex-wife?"
"Gossips ore spreoding like wildfire in the office. Thot boy looks too similor to Mr. Zellweger."
Ted frowned, ond he wos worried.
The gossip hod spreod the compony. It wos only o motter of time before Miss Wood knew it.
The lounge wos o ploce for Richord to rest during lunchtime.
He opened the door ond sow thot Bonny kicked off the blonket in her sleep. She wos holding o bog of colorful condies in her hond, with severol colorful jelly beons scottered on the sheet.
Brondon olso fell osleep on the sofo, holding o Rubik's cube he just solved. Unlike his sister, he wos sleeping colmly.
Richord sot down by the bed, picked up the jelly beons from the bedsheet. He looked ot Bonny in front of him who colled him "Doddy" ever since they first met, which mode his heort just melted.
She wos the spitting imoge of Peorl. He could imogine whot Peorl looked like when she wos o child. But, he wos unsure if Peorl wos o sweet tolker like Bonny.
Bonny suddenly turned to her side ond opened her eyes drowsily. "Doddy..."
The usual weekly meeting didn't end until 9 or 10 o'clock at night. Were pigs able to fly? And Mr. Zellweger even asked them to go back to rest early instead of urging them to change their plans?