Once the arrangements were settled, Lucinda told Noelle to pack up and leave the hospital.
“I’m sure the media will soon be swarming all over the place to get an interview with you. You’ve already done one, so you don’t have to accept any other invitation to do it again. Your best option for now is to keep a low profile and stay silent on the matter.”
Noelle nodded.
“ALL right. I’ll do as you say.”
“I suppose the reporters are already camping outside your apartment by now,” Lucinda mused out loud.
“I’ll find you a place to stay where no one can find you.”
She grew silent for a few long moments as she racked her brains for a possible location.
Here in Stastle, there was only one place that the media would never dare to trespass in without permission-the Simmons residence.
“Let’s go. You can stay in Cyrus’ villa for a few days.”
“What? Mr. Simmons’ villa?” Noelle’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t want to impose on him.”
“You won’t be an imposition. Besides, he has a lot of villas under his name. He barely even comes home to the family manor. And if he is there, then I’ll explain the situation to him. Don’t worry, he won’t say no to me. You can stay there and get some peace. No one is going to disturb you.”
Noelle said nothing for a while.
Maybe she could just stay for a few days, touch as little as possible, and clean up the villa before she left. It shouldn’t be a problem… right?
“Okay, fine. I’ll go.”
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Lucinda drove straight to Peace Mountain after leaving the hospital.
Noelle sat in the passenger seat, all bundled up in a wide-brimmed hat and a scarf that covered the lower part of her face.
Cyrus was nowhere in sight when they arrived, but he had already given Lucinda the keys in the past. She simply handed them over to Noelle, had her settled in her brother’s villa, and then went back to Angle International.
As she approached her office on the top floor, Lucinda spotted a beautiful woman by the door, talking to Vivian.
Noticing her arrival, Vivian excused herself and trotted over.
“Miss Simmons, a Miss Garrett is here to see you. I told her you were out, but she insisted on waiting.”
As if on cue, the woman turned around and haughtily held her hand out to Lucinda. A gorgeous, albeit a little snarky smile lit up her face.
“Hello, Miss Simmons. My name is Valerie Garrett.”
Lucinda made no move and uttered no word.