Drowing In Mr. Scott's Love

Chapter 20 Embarrassed

"Oh, you've become smart."

At this time, the salesgirl had returned the card. Richard sized Abby up.

All of a sudden, he frowned as if he was dissatisfied with something. Then he reached out to the back

of Abby's head and her ponytail.

"Yes, it's much better."

Mr. Scott muttered to himself, then turned around and walked out of the clothing store.

Abby chased after him in a hurry and followed her. She asked, "So, what are we going to do? Please

let me know. I could prepare mentally."

"You'll know when we get there."

Richard obviously did not intend to say anything. He turned around and entered another shoe store and Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

bought a pair of high heels for Abby.

And then they went to another store selling bags. When they came out, Abby had taken on a new look.

But Abby was frightened to tears in her heart.

She had calculated and found that all the things had almost cost 100,000 dollars in total.

All of them now were like ticking time bombs to her. She was in certain that Richard was trying to drag

her into something extraordinary.

"Mr. Scott, are you going to take me to a party like last night? May I refuse it? That kind of occasion is

not suitable for me. And do you know? Some reporters sneaked into yesterday's party and captured

photos. They published it in the newspaper. When I went to school today, all of my classmates asked

me about it. It really bothered me a lot..."

After coming out of the mall, Abby still asked, trying to make the last struggle.

When Richard heard this, he suddenly stopped and said lightly, "The reporter last night was sent by

me."

"What?"

Abby was shocked. She thought she had misheard.

"Not only did I ask the reporter to go, I also asked him to print it in the newspaper."

Richard continued to walk forward, but did not forget to give Abby a teasing look.

"Why?"

Abby went mad.

No wonder!

The party time was not announced in public, so it was impossible for the reporter to sneak in. Even the

reporters of the University were not allowed to take photos.

But the news about her and Richard spread early in the morning.

Thinking of this, Abby realized that something was wrong.

Even if she had made a name for herself at the party last night, she would not have drawn all the

attention of the reporter to her and Richard!

"To drive some people who obstruct me crazy."

Richard said mysteriously.

"Who?"

"Could it be that woman?"

"You don't need to know."

Richard only gave Abby an answer that angered her.

Abby was very depressed.

Now she really began to regret that she was so impulsive that day and asked this man for help.

"Damn, I should ask anyone else for help but not the devil Richard!"

Otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state and being bullied by him.

But when she thought of the children in the orphanage, she sighed.

It was up to fate!

After leaving the mall, it was dusk outside. As soon as the lights were lit, the colorful neon lights in the

city began to flicker.

"Are we going to dinner now?"

As the car drove through the traffic, Abby touched her hungry belly and asked Richard.

"Yes."

The man focused on driving with an indifferent expression.

Abby stopped talking.

About 40 minutes later, the car finally drove into a villa in British style which has a spacious courtyard

full with lush trees, looked quiet and magnificent.

"Here we are. Get out of the car."

After parking the car, Richard got out first.

Abby hurriedly followed. She sized up the solemn building in front of her and asked in confusion, "What

is this place?"

"Doesn't he want to eat?" "Why does he come to such a high-level residence?"

"The old mansion of the Scott Family."

Richard replied in a cold and deep voice.

Abby was a little surprised. Why did this man suddenly change his expression?

However, before she could figure it out, Richard had already pressed the doorbell.

The servant of the Scott Family opened the door. When he saw Richard, he said respectfully, "Master

Richard, welcome back. Old Master and everyone have been waiting for you in the restaurant for a

long time."

"All right."

Richard replied and turned to look at Abby. "If I don't ask you to speak later, shut your mouth and don't

say anything, understand?"

"Oh, yes."

Abby didn't notice anything strange and nodded immediately.

It would be better for her to keep silence, because it would save her a lot of trouble.

However, why would Richard suddenly bring her to the Scott Family's mansion?

"Wait a minute. If it is the Scott Family's mansion, does that mean I will see his father or families?"

Abby suddenly became nervous again.

She had watched Sam Scott's interview on the financial channel. The man looked very strict with sharp

eyes. A tough character...

Just as Abby was about to realize something, Richard had already brought her into the room.

There was no need to describe how luxurious it was inside. The calligraphy, paintings, and vases were

everywhere. Many antiques made the old house look imposing and splendid but also elegant.

However, for some reason, there was always a solemn atmosphere inside.

Affected by this strange atmosphere, Abby couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

"What are you nervous about?"

At this moment, the two of them passed through the porch and the hall. When they were about to reach

the entrance of the restaurant, Richard sensed Abby's emotions and could not help but turn his head to

ask.

"I... I don't know. I can't help sweating."

Abby answered in a cold sweat.

"No one will eat you. Relax."

Richard's tone softened. It sounded like he wanted to comfort her.

Abby thought that it was an illusion. She looked up at Richard and found that his expression was not

that cold anymore.

However, that was only for a moment. He turned to the poke face again.

But his words were effective, and Abby was really relieved a lot.

At this time, the two of them had already entered the restaurant. The dining table, which could

accommodate more than a dozen people, was already full.

In the main seat sat a middle-aged man in a black suit. Time had carved some traces on his face, but

his shrewd eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. With a gentle glance, he gave people a sense of

oppression.

This person was none other than Richard Scott's father, Sam Scott.

With tears in her eyes, Abby Miller began to have a bad feeling.

"Richard. Sit down."

The first to greet him was a woman who looked only at early thirties, dressed elegantly, but actually

forties.

Richard Scott did not respond and swept his cold gaze across the scene.

There was only an empty seat left at the dining table. Obviously, there was no seat for Abby Miller.

Abby Miller also saw it and felt a little embarrassed.

"Oh, look at my bad memory. I'm sorry, Richard, I didn't know that you brought someone back, so I left

you a seat..."

The woman turned her head and ordered the housekeeper beside her, "Mr. Chen, move another chair."

"Yes, Madam!"

The butler received the order and was about to turn around to move the chair when he heard Sam

Scott speak at this time.