Chapter 249
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When she went to the bar, other people had already arrived early.
In addition to Calista and Windy, Noa was also present, and there was also the daughter of Miller's house, Norabel Miller, along with old friends from before, a total of more than ten people.
The moment Bertha pushed open the VIP room door, Calista and Norabel hid behind the door. Two girls held up fireworks, colorful silk strings flew and fell all over the room.
"Congratulations on your return."
Bertha saw them preparing such a welcoming ceremony, she smiled from the bottom of her heart. "Thank."
Calista pulled her arm, leading her to the sofa, a central position. "You don't need to thank me. Bertha, when you left S city to get married, we were heartbroken. Now you're finally back. Great."
They had fun, drinking one glass after another.
Calista and Norabel sat next to Bertha, the two of them were like two little sisters to her, and their relationship was also very good.
Remembering what Casey said on the plane, Bertha proactively asked Norabel. "I heard that the Miller family is now managed by their nephew. Is he making things difficult for your family?"
"No, my father is not interested in these things. There was a time in the past when the second uncle's family and the eldest brother fought very fiercely, so after the eldest brother took over, he treated us very well."
Bertha patted her head and smiled. "That's good."
"But, the eldest brother is also very pitiful. Half a year ago, when he returned from a mission in the army, his entire body was covered in blood, and was seriously injured. I heard that every day he vomited blood, causing Grandpa to be very scared. But he is very good, he can still take power from his second uncle, I admire him very much."
Bertha said nothing.
She had just returned to S city, but having heard two other people praising Shane, she felt curious about this person.
While thinking, Calista's seat next to him was silently changed.
Bertha turned her head and saw Noa sitting down with a glass of wine.
His face was still as elegant as before, he raised the glass of wine towards her.
"Bertha, I haven't seen you for more than half a year. You're still so beautiful."
She smiled, gently clinking her glass with him. "When were you found by Vontroe's house, returning to S city from abroad?"
A stiff expression appeared on Noa's face.
The reason was because he seemed to discover that Bertha's attitude towards him was too strange, unlike before.
On the other hand, every time this matter is mentioned, he gets angry.
Derek dared to play tricks on him. He threw Noa onto a cargo ship and took him to a small, desolate, illiterate country, causing Vontroe's house to spend a lot of time finding him.
But, now that Derek is dead, he has even more chances with Bertha.
Thinking so, his expression returned to normal. "I've only been back for a few months. I originally planned to go to City X to find you but I was busy so I couldn't go. Derek is dead, you should forget him."
The smile on Bertha's face stopped, and she tightened her grip on the glass of wine she was holding in her hand.
"I'm so sorry, I hurt your feelings."
Noa's eyes looked at her regretfully. He proactively reached out his hand and wanted to hold her hand and comfort her.
Bertha didn't speak, but stood up and poured herself a glass of wine, avoiding him touching her.
Noa also did not feel embarrassed, his eyes were filled with affection as he looked at her. "Bertha, you're single now, wait until you've had enough fun, let me come and take care of you, okay?"
When Bertha heard these words, she couldn't help but frown.
"Noa, today is a meeting, what you said is inappropriate."
She glanced at him coldly, warningly.
After all, there were other friends here, she didn't want to make a big deal out of it and make everyone uncomfortable.
"Bertha..."
Noa's eyes gradually became gray, his expression sad. "It's all in the past, you have to start a new life."
Bertha didn't look at him. She drank two glasses of wine and spoke to Norabel next to her. "Everyone keep drinking, I'm going to the bathroom for a bit."
Coming out of the private room, her face was also slightly red and her head was dizzy.
Currently, her ability to drink alcohol is no longer as good as before. She had just had a few drinks and already felt drunk.
She walked unsteadily, had to lean against the hallway, and walked slowly.
Noa's words kept appearing in her head one after another, her heart was suffocated.
Everyone around her advised her to suppress her pain, they advised her to forget Derek and start a new life again.
Why didn't she think of it?
It's only been half a year, she still can't forget what happened before, now that she remembers it, she's still very guilty and uncomfortable in her heart.
She took a deep breath, she tried not to think about the past anymore.
The flickering light suddenly vaguely revealed the silhouette of a tall, familiar man.
This silhouette is...
Her breathing was held, she shook her head in fear, her vision became much clearer, and her eyes followed the corner of the shirt of the figure disappearing into the corner.
"Derek, is that you? Is that you?"
She immediately chased after her, running like crazy towards the exit, but there was no longer that familiar figure in the hallway.
Tommy heard the noise, he rushed over, he caught her while she was drunk.
'Mistress, are you drunk?"
Bertha hugged his arm as if confirming she was okay.
"I'm not drunk, I just saw Derek. It must be him. His silhouette, I can't see wrong, Tommy, he's not dead, he's not dead yet. That person just now must be he."
Tommy was speechless.
Looking at Bertha's determined face, he let her wait here, he walked along the alley, looking over all the guests present at the bar.
At last, he returned before Bertha. "Mistress, you must be looking at it wrong."
