Chapter 904: Attack

Seeing this, Fiona Linton couldn’t help but say, "Girl, with this kind of resilience, you’ll succeed in whatever you do!"

Three days passed, and Walker Grant still hadn’t returned.

Chloe Reed clutched her phone, her beautiful brows furrowing. She dialed Walker’s number directly.

But after three rings, he simply hung up.

Confusion and a hint of anger immediately appeared on her face.

What did he mean by this? Did he plan on hiding at her grandmother’s house forever?!

She simply called her grandmother instead.

"Hello?" the old lady answered quickly, her kind voice coming through the receiver.

"Grandma, is he still at your place?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, he is," her grandmother replied. "He does Tai Chi with me every day. He’s a fast learner."

Chloe took a deep breath. "Kick him out. Stop taking him in."

Her grandmother was taken aback. "Child, how could I possibly ask him to leave? Are you trying to make me the bad guy?"

"He’s clearly avoiding me," Chloe said. "If you keep letting him stay, you’re just enabling him!"

The old lady fell silent. After a moment, she said, "Alright, I’ll think of something."

Hanging up the phone, her grandmother let out a helpless sigh.

Why did these young people always have to drag an old lady into their relationship issues?

She put down her phone and pondered her excuse for a moment. Then, she called over the butler, Uncle King, and said, "King, how about the two of us go on a trip?"

Uncle King paused, asking in confusion, "Why the sudden urge to travel? Where do you want to go?"

"I haven’t decided yet," the old lady said. "Draft up a few destinations, and we’ll just head out when the time comes."

Uncle King nodded, then asked, "What about Mr. Grant?"

"I’ll go talk to him," she said.

That evening, the old lady found Walker and said, "Walker, King and I have decided to go traveling. The scenery is quite nice this time of year. There won’t be anyone at home to take care of you, so perhaps you should head back."

Walker was sitting on the sofa. He wasn’t wearing his sunglasses; his eyes were closed, highlighting his sharp, handsome features.

Hearing this, his expression froze slightly. He then let out a helpless sigh and asked, "Was this Chloe’s idea?"

The old lady hesitated for a second. "No, no, I just want to get out and walk around. It’s too boring staying at home."

"Then I can accompany you..." Walker offered.

The old lady let out a heavy sigh. "Walker, you have to face the music eventually. You can’t stay here forever. Your eyes need treatment, too. Wouldn’t staying here just delay your recovery?"

Walker fell silent.

Her meaning was abundantly clear. If he shamelessly continued to stay, he would be imposing on her.

Chloe must have contacted her grandmother.

He lowered his head slightly, a cold look washing over his face.

Was she really in such a rush to divorce him? Was she unwilling to maintain even the facade of a marriage?

Meanwhile, Chloe was jogging in the neighborhood park. The sky had grown dark, and as the evening temperature dropped, the park had emptied out.

As she ran near a landscaped grove of trees, a dark figure suddenly dashed out, lunging straight at her!

Chloe’s breath hitched. Alarm bells rang in her head, and her body reacted instinctively!

Her attacker was tall and powerfully built. In just five moves, he overpowered her, pinning her roughly against a tree trunk!

The large body pressed down on her, a masked face looming inches from her own.