Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 122 One Condition

Rowan was stunned, looking at the smile on Starry's face, somehow, he didn't really believe that she

wouldn't care.

He didn't.

How could she not care?

If she really didn't care, why would she divorce Filip?

Rowan relaxed and sneered. "You are good at hiding yourself, Ms. Bradley. But I think you know if you

care or not."

He paused and continued, "But I'm afraid your life will be changed if Filip hears the voice record."

Finally, he got to the point.

Starry pursed her lips. She didn't wear much clothes, under her coat, there was only a sweater. After

standing in the cold wind for a while, she felt cold in her limbs.

Just as she was about to speak, she saw a black Maybach.

She was surprised. It seemed to be Filip's car.

She was right.

Soon, the Maybach stopped. The door was opened and Filip, who was in a black suit, got off the car.

Starry looked over Rowan's shoulder and looked at Filip. With a frown, she said, "Mr. Scott, I wonder if

you dare to give him the voice record." ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Rowan was feeling cocky that he finally had something on Starry.

He gave a smug smile. "That's a strange question. Ms. Bradley, do you think I will be scared of doing

that?"

Hearing his words, Starry smiled. "Then, please give it to him now."

Rowan was irritated by her words and gritted his teeth. "Starry, you think I dare not…"

"Mr. Scott?"

Before he could finish his words, Rowan heard a man's voice from behind.

With a frown, he looked back and saw Filip staring at him with cold eyes.

Subconsciously, he held the phone tighter in his hand. "Mr. Pearson."

Why was he here?

Rowan took a look at Starry, who was expressionless.

"Ms. Bradley, I have a favor to ask from you."

Filip asked, as if he didn't care about Rowan's presence at all.

Rowan dared not give the voice record to him now. "Ms. Bradley, I have said what I came to say. Think

about my offer. I will give you three days."

"No need for that. I won't withdraw the case."

After that, Starry looked at Filip. "Come in."

It was so cold. she didn't want to stand in the wind anymore.

Filip looked at Rowan and frowned slightly. But seeing that Starry had walked away, he followed her.

Rowan stared at their backs and couldn't help but feel pissed.

He kicked the iron door in anger and triggered the alarm.

Just then, Starry stopped, turned around and looked at him. "Mr. Scott, there are surveillance cameras

at the gate."

After that, she walked into the house.

Filip also stopped and gave a glance at Rowan, who stood at the gate and was embarrassed.

It was warm inside the house. As soon as Starry walked in, she sneezed several times.

Filip's face darkened. "Did he come to you for Lucia?"

Starry took a tissue and wiped her nose. "Yeah."

She walked into the kitchen, washed her hands and poured two cups of tea. Handing a cup of tea to

Filip, she asked, "What are you here for?"

Filip took the glass and said, "My grandma's having a headache again."

Starry took a sip of her tea and frowned when she heard this, "Why?"

When Starry first married into the Pearson family, Frances often had headaches and no medicine

worked. Only a massage from an old masseur could help her reduce the pain.

Starry felt sorry for Frances. Therefore, every time Frances went to the masseur, she would follow and

watch. Just like that, after half a year, she learnt the masseur's skills.

Those skills were passed down inside the family. But the masseur taught Starry because she was one

of the Pearsons at that time.

After three months of practice, Starry learnt to massage for Frances. Since then, she had been doing

the massage for Frances.

Later, with some medical help, Frances's headache had gotten a lot better.

The year Starry divorced Filip, Frances had only had one headache.

Filip looked at her. "Martha said she hasn't been able to sleep well for months."

"That should be where the headaches come from."

Starry had guessed what he was here for. However, they had divorced, she didn't have to care about

his family's business anymore.

As if knowing what was on her mind, Filip said, "I know that you two are close. She's turning 82 this

year, headaches are getting harder and harder to bear for her.

If it's inconvenient for you to go over, I can ask Martha to take my grandma here."

It was rare for Starry to hear Filip talk to her so gently. It was almost as if he was pleading her.

Surprised, she looked at him. "How many times has she had the headaches?"

"This is the second one this month."

Starry pursed her lips and said, "Did she start having a headache last night?"

"Yeah."

Starry didn't massage for Frances every time she had a headache. The reason why Frances had

gotten much better was that she had done massages for her every day.

It was also why Frances didn't come to Starry even after she found out about the marriage agreement.

Frances could tell from her getting along with Starry that Starry had been truly sincere to them.

Seeing that she didn't say a word, Filip continued, "You can speak out your conditions."

Hearing this, Starry raised her eyes and looked at him. "I have one condition."

"Go ahead."

"You can't be there when I go to your house."

Filip understood what she meant.

He got a bitter feeling and oved his lips. He swallowed and said, "Okay."

"I will be there in the afternoon."

As she spoke, she had stood up. She was driving him away.

Filip clenched his fists and then loosened them. Standing up, he looked at her, "You really hate me so

much now?"

After asking, he stared at her.

Starry shook her head. "I don't hate you. I just don't want there to be rumors."

She said she didn't hate him.

But it was not a pleasant answer. It meant she didn't want to have anything to do with him, not even

rumors.

Filip felt as if something was stuck in his chest, stuffy. "I see."