Love Has Its Will

Chapter 526

Chapter 526 The Woman in the Back Seat

The Rolls-Royce sped away and soon disappeared into the traffic.

The taxi behind could not keep up with the sports car, but the taxi driver did not dare to leave far behind. He tried his best, but he lost the Rolls-Royce at an intersection outside the city.

The taxi driver faced the fork in the road ahead and was helpless.

"Miss, are we going left or right?"

In the back seat, there was a woman wearing a mask, sunglasses, and a big cap that covered her entire face. Her voice was young.

The woman stared at the two forks and thought for a moment before pointing to the one on the right.

"Let's go this way to Sour Winery.’

"Where is this place?" Even the experienced taxi driver was stunned. He had no idea where this place was.

He even took out his mobile phone to check the navigation, but he could not find this so-called Sour Winery.

The woman in the back took out her mobile phone to locate the place and handed over her phone. "Go to this place."

The driver took a closer look at the place the woman located.

The name sounded so weird.

'I guess he might have gone there. Let's chase after him," the woman in the back urged.

Since there was a specific address, the driver stepped on the accelerator and quickly advanced toward the place.

Local drivers were always talkative, and it was too quiet in the car. The driver, who was a chatterbox, could not stand it anymore and forcibly found atopic.

"Miss, is the wine in that place delicious? I have been here for so many years. Why haven't I heard of this place?"

The woman answered firmly, "It doesn't taste good. It's sour."

"Why do you want to go there?" The driver was confused.

"To certify something," the woman replied.

The driver wanted to ask what it was, but after hearing something, he was speechless.

"You don't have to ask so carefully. I will pay you."

Brandon drove his sports car and arrived at the so-called Sour Winery.

Unlike the kind of winery that was open for business with bodyguards standing at the door, Sour Winery was quiet.

There were no expensive potted plants in the courtyard. Instead, it was like a small courtyard of an ordinary family. There were some flowers and grape vines.

Brandon drove the car to the entrance of the winery. The iron door automatically opened when it sensed heat.

The route was not open to the public because after the car drove in, and the sound of the engine was heard, the people inside were alarmed.

Todd Parker, an old man with gray hair, quickly walked out. When he saw Brandon, who had just come out of the car, he rounded his eyes wide open.

"Mr. Orwell... How did you..." In mid-sentence, Todd recognized Brandon. "You must be Mr. Cassel. Come with me."

"Thank you." Brandon followed the man and walked through the cobblestone path in the courtyard towards the winery.

The environment here was quiet, completely isolating the noise of the big city. Occasionally, there were faint sounds of insects.

The air was fresh. While passing by the road, Brandon felt inexplicably refreshed.

After the quiet path, Todd pushed open a door. The three walls inside were all made into cupboards, neatly filled with different wine bottles.

Having passed through the room where the wine was placed, they came to an elevator. Todd pressed the open button and retreated aside, making a gesture of invitation.

In order to be in line with the decoration of the winery, a dim yellow wall lamp was lit on the wall of the elevator.

Brandon stood at the entrance of the elevator. The lights were dim and a little creepy.

Brandon was not in a hurry to enter. Instead, he asked the person who led the way, "Where are we going?"

"I'll take you to see Mr. Orwell," Todd replied.

Todd had a straight face in the dim light, looking like a tight-lipped man. It seemed that Brandon could not get anything from him.

Brandon didn't bother to ask more. He walked into the elevator. Todd followed him in and closed the elevator.

The road ahead was unknown, but Brandon was not worried. As young and strong as he was, he was not afraid of being plotted against by an old man.

The elevator doors soon opened, and Todd took the lead to go out. After they passed through a long corridor, another elevator appeared in the dim light.

Todd waited for Brandon to go inside. Brandon glanced at him. This time, the elevator had a total of six number buttons, from -2 to 4.

The terrain in this direction just happened to match Finn's address. Brandon guessed who he would meet later.

Sure enough, after leaving the elevator, Todd swiped open a door with a door access card and entered a very luxurious courtyard.

"Where are we?" Brandon asked Todd.

"This is Mr. Orwell's courtyard."

It was what Brandon had expected.

Brandon looked around and noticed that there was a higher building not far away. It was about four stories high. The building was more classic, but it was elegant. It looked like a Western palace.

"Where is that?" Brandon pointed at a building in front of him.

Todd took a glance and then replied, "Mr. Cassel, that is the Orwell's home. Mr. Orwell's parents live there."

Brandon's expression turned cold.

It turned out that the head of the Orwell family, Ruben, lived there. No wonder Finn insisted that Brandon come over to get familiar with the surroundings. It was because Brandon could enter the Orwell's home freely and secretly through Sour Winery.

This design was excellent. The most dangerous place was also the safest place. Unexpectedly, the sickly Finn had such a delicate idea.

Speaking of the devil, Finn, who was in a wheelchair, was pushed out and appeared in the green yard.

"Mr. Orwell, there Mr. Cassel is," Todd said.

"Todd, you may leave." Finn waved his hand, and Todd quickly left.

"Mr. Cassel, how is it? This isn't a wasted trip, is it? Is my winery good?"

Finn narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

Finn's condition got worse, with a thick carpet covering his body. His exposed skin was devoid of any color.

Finn's face was deathly pale, but his eyes were black-ringed. He looked very much like a foppish young man who had smoked too much in the 80s or 90s.

"I didn't expect the unremarkable winery to be connected to the Orwell's home. Mr. Orwell, what a wonderful idea!" Brandon gave Finn a thumbs up.

"Mr. Cassel, since you can't see it coming, it will be more unlikely for others to do so and more convenient for you to come in and out."

Brandon nodded. Based on Finn's current state, Finn probably didn't have much time left. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Brandon had to familiarize himself with everything about the Orwell family as soon as possible so as to avoid himself being at a loss.

Finn thought the same as Brandon. He coughed twice and then said, "Come in and put on your makeup first. I'll ask Gerald to show you around."