?<strong>Chapter 451:</strong>


    He closed the car door he had just opened and called out, “Can.”


    “Yes, Mr. Miller?” Can responded.


    “Drive her,” Adrian said.


    After speaking, Adrian strode towards Michael’s car.


    M found herself humiliated once again. She had never faced such a series of overwhelming obstacles with a man before. At that moment, she felt utterly ashamed, standing there ufortably, as if the entire universe were mocking her.


    “Ms. Finch, please get in the car,” Can said coldly.


    M snorted, then flung open the door that Adrian had just shut. If she didn’t enter, it would only reinforce the idea that she had ulterior motives for approaching him.


    An hourter, the car returned to the city, and Adrian met with Can at the hospital.


    He had expected Can to escort M back to the Finch family, but to his surprise, she appeared at the hospital instead. She hade specifically to thank him.


    “Thank you, Mr. Miller, for giving me a ride,” M said.


    “Shouldn’t you be thanking Can?” Adrian retorted.


    She turned and unexpectedly locked gazes with Can, but Can remained silent.


    Adrian didn’t bother to look at her again, leaving M profoundly exasperated.


    During the hour-long journey back, M thought about how to best confront Adrian.


    “Mr. Miller,” she said, stepping forward to block his path. “Our families share a long-standing history. Let’s not let a trivial matter jeopardize our rtionship, shall we?”


    Adrian halted in his tracks. “A trivial matter?”


    M straightened, her demeanor exuding a touch of arrogance. “The police have approached our family. There’s a significant possibility that Wade took Rnd, and the fire may well have been orchestrated by him. Our family is innocent, and you know that.”


    Adrian remained as cold and unyielding as ever. “So?”


    Sensing the gravity of the situation, M pressed forward. “So, our family is indeed innocent. My brother and you shared a close friendship. There’s no need to let these circumstances…”


    “Did Fred send you?” Adrian interrupted.


    M faltered. The tension in the air was palpable, something she had never encountered before. Reluctantly, she lied. “Yes.”


    It wasn’t entirely untrue; ever since the Finch family and the Miller family had severed their ties, she had often overheard Fred sighing, burdened by the loss of both their camaraderie and business affiliations. If given the chance, Fred would undoubtedly wish to retain the Miller family as a valuable contact.


    M thought she had devised a solid excuse, but Adrian saw right through her. “Do you think using your brother as an excuse will actually work?”


    M felt a rush of embarrassment. Her frustration was palpable, having been unexpectedly exposed. “Adrian, we haven’t wronged you in any way, have we?”


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