Chapter 134 The President Invites
Owen was speechless.
After a bit, he finally said, "Alexander's at the company handling stuff during the day."
"I can go to the company," Elizabeth replied.
Owen sighed, "Get in the car, I'll drive you."
Elizabeth calmly got into the car with Owen. He started the engine and drove off, asking, "Elizabeth, how have you and Samuel been these past few years?"
At the mention of Samuel, Elizabeth's eyes welled up. She turned to Owen, asking, "Mr. Tudor, I know you've always wanted to mess around with me but never got the chance. Can you help me find out where Samuel is now? Is he dead or alive? And where are his family members now? If you help me, I'll do whatever you ask. Even that 'game' you wanted me to play six years ago, I'll agree to it now! I just need to know they're still alive."
Owen remained silent, his grip on the steering wheel so tight that his veins stood out. Elizabeth's pleas cut through him like knives, making him feel as if he were bleeding inside. His hands shook, barely able to keep the wheel steady, almost causing an accident.
The car stopped, and Owen looked at Elizabeth with a face full of guilt. "Elizabeth, I know I was wrong six years ago. I can't make up for my sins, even if I die. From the moment I first saw you, I treated you like a plaything, but in the end, I hurt myself too. When you used your arm to shield me from that knife, I knew I could never fully atone for my sins in this lifetime. I don't ask for your forgiveness; I just want you to have a better life. If you want to escape, I'll risk everything to get you out. I'm Alexander's cousin, so he won't harm me. I'll get you out right now—the farther, the better!"
After saying that, Owen started the car again.
Elizabeth grabbed his wrist. "My daughter is with Alexander. He took Alice with him to the company this morning."
Owen was silent.
"Take me to Alexander's company," Elizabeth said.
Owen replied, "Okay."
On the way, Elizabeth said in a very light tone, "Mr. Tudor, you don't need to blame yourself. I've never really blamed you. I always knew you treated me as a plaything from the beginning. I was kind to you and saved you voluntarily because, at that time, no one treated me better than you. So, I've always been grateful to you. I saved your life to repay you, so now we're even. We're not friends, no hard feelings, just like strangers. By the way, thanks for taking me to Alexander."
Owen fell silent. This was what he feared most. Elizabeth didn't hate him; she just didn't see him as a friend anymore, and that hurt more than if she hated him.
"Will I never be able to be friends with you again in this lifetime?" Owen asked.
"Why do you want to be friends with me?" Elizabeth looked at Owen in confusion. "Alexander brought me back to be a prostitute. Everyone in your wealthy circle knows that. So, Mr. Tudor, why insist on being friends with me?"
"Don't talk like that, Elizabeth. You're the purest girl I've ever known," Owen said, his voice full of pain.
"But it's the truth," Elizabeth replied, her voice hoarse. "I didn't want to be part of your world, but you all treated me like a toy for months. I was just a homeless ex-con, pregnant, with no way to fight back. You labeled me with degrading names. It doesn't matter. But my daughter! She's only five! Owen, please, drive faster. I need to find her!"
Elizabeth was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Okay, calm down, Elizabeth. I'll take you there now. And don't worry about Samuel, I'll do everything I can to find out his whereabouts. I'll send him the best medicine for his leg injury. After all, Samuel was once my friend too," Owen said as he drove.
"Thank you," Elizabeth leaned wearily against the seat, no longer speaking.
Owen drove steadily all the way. After more than half an hour, they arrived at the Windsor Group. Elizabeth looked up, unable to see the top.
"Elizabeth, we're here. I won't go in with you. Alexander doesn't like family members interfering in company affairs. Can you go up by yourself?" Owen asked.
Elizabeth nodded, then got out of the car and left.
"Elizabeth!" Owen called out again.
Elizabeth turned to Owen. "Is there something, Mr. Tudor?"
"Can you take down my number? If you need anything, remember to call me. I'll be there whenever you need," Owen said.
Elizabeth lowered her head and said softly, "Don't bother. If you get any news about Samuel, call Alexander's. They've got a landline. I'll do whatever you need me to do to repay you."
After saying that, Elizabeth entered the Windsor Group.
Owen stood alone in the wind, his heart aching.
Meanwhile, Elizabeth went straight upstairs to the reception. She had never seen such a big company before, and she couldn't help but feel a bit timid. The receptionist asked rather rudely, "Miss, who are you looking for?"
Elizabeth replied, "I'm looking for my daughter."
"Sorry, this is a workplace. There's no one here you're looking for! Please leave immediately!" the receptionist said rudely.
Elizabeth added, "I'm looking for Alexander."
"Who do you think you are to call him Alexander!" A fifty-something lady suddenly walked over from inside, looking sternly at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth didn't know who the woman in front of her was, and she didn't care. She just took out her phone and called Alexander, "Hello, I'm at your company's reception. I want to see my daughter."
On the other end, Alexander's tone was very displeased, "Didn't I tell you to stay in bed!"
"Where's my daughter?" Elizabeth asked.
Alexander slammed down the phone, then grabbed the landline and dialed a number.
At the reception, the phone rang, "Hello."
"Send Elizabeth to my office immediately!" Alexander said.
The receptionist looked at Elizabeth in disbelief. "Excuse me, are you Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth nodded.
The receptionist's tone became very accommodating, "Miss Spencer, Mr. Windsor will see you now."
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