CHAPTER 574

Chapter 574 1 Am Mallory

Walking out of the house, Bridger just wanted to leave here quickly. As for where to go, he had not thought about it, but at least, he could not stay here.

Staying here would make him depressed and remind him of his failure at all times.

Bridger was still unable to accept that things had turned out like this. He felt that his head was full, yet it also seemed to be empty. He was confused.

The people in the courtyard all left. Everyone dispersed after watching the fun. Bridger made a fool of himself. He had thought that he had directed a wonderful show, yet he had not expected that he would be the one to be laughed at. All content is property © .

Bridger clenched his fists and teeth.

At that moment, he caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye. Paisley had not left yet. She stood there and looked at him, not saying a word.

Bridger paused. This did not make Bridger feel better. Instead, he became even more furious. Before she could mock him, he curled his lips and sneered, “Why haven’t you left yet? Are you waiting to laugh at me here?”

“No.” Paisley gently shook her head. Her expression was very calm.

Seeing that there was no ridicule on her serene face and that she did not seem to be lying, Bridger was slightly stunned. This was something he had not expected.

“Really?” He didn’t believe it and smiled mockingly, but his attitude was not as sharp as before.

Bridger lowered his head and looked at his hands. If it were he who had seen such a ridiculous scene, he would have mercilessly laughed at that person and taken pleasure in it.

Yet this woman who always looked down on him said that she was not here to laugh at him. Was it true? Or did she say so just to comfort him?

However, there was no need for Paisley to comfort him.

Bridger sighed and suddenly felt that it was very boring. He walked outside.

“Where are you going?” Paisley, who was standing behind him, suddenly asked.

“I’ll walk outside. Where else can I go? I’m no longer a member of the Palmer family. I don’t even have a home. Where else can I go?” Looking up at the sky, Bridger mocked himself.

In the end, he didn’t even have a home. Where could he go? He had nowhere to go.

Paisley pursed her lips. She quickly chased to his side and looked at him. “If you don’t have a place to go, then…”

She suddenly stopped. She lowered her head and took off her necklace. She then removed the pendant from the necklace. The pendant was a round box. She opened it. There was a delicate key inside.

Bridger was stunned and did not know what she was going to do.

“Apartment 902, Building B, Yarland Garden. This is my apartment. If you don’t have a place to go, you can go and live there,” Paisley said quickly.

Seeing that Bridger was still in a daze, Paisley became anxious. She grabbed his hand and pressed the key into his hand. “But don’t tell anyone.”

“Eh?” Bridger was still at a loss. This was too sudden. He did not even have time to react.

Looking out, Paisley seemed a little anxious. She lowered her voice and got closer to Bridger. “It’s not convenient for me to tell you now, but please believe me. Also, don’t call me or come to me.”

“L…”

“When it’s convenient for me, I will contact you. Wait for me,” Paisley said by his ear, standing on tiptoe.

Bridger fell silent, looking at Paisley in surprise as if it were his first day meeting her.

Paisley bit her lower lip and whispered, “Trust me. I am Mallory.”

After saying this, Paisley felt a surge of emotion. She tiptoed up and gently kissed Bridger’s cheek. Then she immediately turned around and strode out.

Bridger was stunned.

It was not until Paisley completely disappeared that he raised his hand and touched his cheek. Was he dreaming just now?

However, the key in his hand reminded Bridger that everything was not a dream. They were real.

Yet if he was not dreaming, why didn’t Paisley hit him and even took the initiative to kiss him? She didn’t laugh at him and even sheltered him.

Looking at the key in his palm, Bridger thought, could this be another scheme of hers?

Mallory? Damned Mallory!

In the beginning, Bridger thought that this was a sweet secret code between them and that as long as he called this name, Paisley would instantly become gentle and listen to him. But the last two times he

called her, it was useless, and he was beaten up by her, so he no longer believed it.

Paisley was a woman with a mental problem, so whatever Bridger called her, it was useless. It was not a

robot-awakening signal. As for her current performance, there were only two possibilities. It was her plot, or she was schizophrenic again..

No matter which one was true, it was not good for Bridger. He sighed and wanted to throw the key away. However, after thinking about it, he put it into his pocket.

Bridger walked out dejectedly. When he got into the car, the servants in the yard seemed to be sizing him up and whispering. Although he could not hear what they were saying, he guessed that they were laughing at him.

He didn’t care. He had become the laughingstock of the world anyway.

Bridger angrily honked the horn, scaring everyone around him. He started the car and drove away quickly. He did not want to stay here for another second. Everything familiar to him became so ironic.

He wandered on the streets. He did not know where to go, what to do, or how to live.

Bridger had been living a luxurious life in the Palmer family. He had never worried about food and clothing and had been doted on. He felt that he was the chosen one. In the past, there was a charity association that asked him to donate money to children in poor mountainous areas. They said that those children did not have enough food or clothes. At that time, Bridger said contemptuously, “Life is unfair. They can only blame themselves for not having good families.”

He felt that he had chosen to be born into such a good family. He took everything he had for granted. The worst thing was that his nephew Simon thwarted him.

Bridger had thought that if he continued to live like this, he would never be able to control the Palmer Group, but he

had never thought that he would lose everything in his hands.

He was not a member of the Palmer family? Why was he not a member of the Palmer family? Why was he not Miley’s

son?

Since he could remember, Bridger had lived in the Palmer family as a young master. He was respected by the servants. He went to the best kindergarten, primary school, and middle school. When others were busy looking for jobs, Bridge was already a department manager in his family’s company.

His life should have been smooth sailing, yet now, he was suddenly told that these were all fake. And everything he

had was taken away.

Bridger was resentful! He could never accept it.