Chapter 486
McKenzie knew about the Hahn family very well. It was the only family in the country that had been listed as the ‘Ceramic Family’ and ‘National Heritage’. They had refined techniques, and the ceramics they produced were customized for the royals all over the world. Their products were limited as they were all hand-made, thus the buyers had to wait in-line.
Anthony’s grandmother was a big fan of the Hahn family-she would have people queue up for her every year just so she could buy a ceramic from the Hahn family for her collection. If Charmine did return to the Jordan family, got hold of all of the family shares along with half of the Hahn family’s assets, Anthony’s grandmother would favor Charmine tremendously and would give her full support on Charmine being with Anthony. McKenzie was trying to make sure the Bailey family knew about Charmine, but after she overheard the Jordans’ conversation…
It turned out that Charmine had such a powerful identity – McKenzie could not let down her guard. She had to separate Anthony and Charmine before the Baileys knew about Charmine’s existence.
Mckenzie marched away hastily from Royal Hospital, calling Miranda after getting into the car. “Any news on the search for Annabel?” “Madam, I was just about to call you. Hurry, come to Ocean Palace. I’ll wait for you at the back door,” said Miranda excitedly. “Go to Ocean Palace right away,” instructed McKenzie to the driver.
The Ocean Palace was the only luxurious seafood restaurant in Burlington. All of the seafood was freshly airfreight to Burlington, and the seafood was taken as per request.
The car pulled over at the back door of the restaurant. Miranda opened the car door and sat inside. She said to McKenzie, “Madam, look at who’s inside.”
McKenzie looked through the glass window and noted that the car was parked at the back of the kitchen of the Ocean Palace. Inside the kitchen, a weak figure knelt on the floor with a brush, brushing the fresh prawns. Her hair was tied to a ponytail as she wore a white cap. She dressed like a maid; a low-classed maid.
The most attractive feature of her was her face. It was the size of a palm, small and pitiful. Her eyes were watery, which made one want to protect and pull her into an embrace just looking at her once,
“Hah… She still has that pitiful look on her.” McKenzie’s red lips curled up into a cold smirk. She pushed open the door and got out of the car,
Miranda went ahead to arrange for her arrival swiftly.
Annabel diligently brushed red prawns on her knees at the back of the kitchen, not realizing how the other kitchen starf slowly and silently left the kitchen. When the glass door of the back of the kitchen was pushed open, a long shadow projected onto
the floor. Annabel saw that a pair of beige and silky high heels came in sight. She looked up and instantly, her hands halted. “Ms… McKenzie…”
“You still remember me?” McKenzie put her hands on her waist elegantly, eyeing down at her sharply. “If you remember me, why’d you come back?”
“I…I’m sorry. I’m sorry…? Annabel put down the brush instantly. She stood up and kept bowing to her apologetically. “After I took your money, I went abroad to accompany my Grandma for her treatment, as you’ve arranged. However, five years ago… Five years ago, Grandma died, and her only wish was to be buried in Burlington. She didn’t want to be buried in a foreign ground.
“I came back with my Grandma’s ashes, merely wanting her to rest in peace… I don’t wish for anything else…”
“If so, why are you still in Burlington after five years? Does it take five whole years to bury your Grandma? Hmm?” McKenzie glared at her threateningly from above, her words insulting and intimidating
