Chapter 700: Chapter 700: This Is My Only Way Out

“Even if we’re legally married and have slept together, it doesn’t mean we’re husband and wife? Then tell me, what does?” Zaiden Santos spoke with a cold expression.

“Huh.” Ann Nolan gave a cold laugh.

She leaned one arm against the window, her vacant gaze fixed on the scene before her.

The night was foggy, with a white haze that blurred her vision.

In the darkness, her slender form looked fragile and even her face was hard to discern clearly.

Every so often, Zaiden turned his head to look at her, only to meet her lackluster gaze.

“Ann, I am going to have your male assistants replaced,” Zaiden initiated.

Instantly, Ann bristled and snapped upright to glare at him, “Why do you have to interfere with my work? Isn’t meddling in my life enough for you? Now you want to interfere with my work too? I’m doing well in my work now. It’s my only safety line. Are you going to cut it off as well?”

All she had left was her work and her passion.

What more did he want?

“I just don’t like your male assistants,” Zaiden said with a nonchalant expression, appearing rather self-righteous.

“They’re my work partners. We’re all familiar with each other’s work methods and have developed a good understanding. If you replace them, where am I supposed to find suitable work partners?” Ann complained resentfully.

“Understanding? You have an understanding with them? Then I must replace them.” Zaiden quirked his lips arrogantly.

His hand, which was on the steering wheel, applied more force.

Understanding… huh.

How amusing.

“Zaiden Santos, don’t be unreasonable,” Ann was truly angry this time. She hadn’t expected Zaiden to interfere to such an extent, “If you replace them, I won’t help you cosy up to your grandfather. When your grandfather hands the company over to your brother, don’t blame me for being unreasonable.”

“Ann, I didn’t see this coming, you can threaten people now,” the light in Zaiden’s eyes began to cool down.

He had underestimated her.

She had a large capacity to threaten others.

“And Mr. Santos, once your grandfather hands the company over, there’s no turning back for you,” Ann continued to threaten.

“Very well.” The light in Zaiden’s eyes completely cooled down.

Dreadfully cold, icy, like an icicle in the midst of winter.

“Mr. Santos is always smart, calculating everything clearly. I don’t think you would have a falling out with me over a minor matter, right?” Ann laughed.

Zaiden’s weakness was the company.

Threatening him with this, worked every time.

“Try me,” Zaiden uttered chillingly.

Ann said no more.

She turned her head back to the window, her arm propping up her head, her gaze falling outside.

A thin layer of fog formed on the car window, blurring her vision.

The fog outside was heavy, making Zaiden drive slowly.

His always calm face was drenched in gloom and displeasure.

The night was too quiet. When neither of them spoke, an awkward silence filled the car.

Not a single sound could be heard.

Ann was somewhat weary. Exhausted, she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes drooping slightly.

The car made its way through the fog.

Zaiden was driving, an indifferent expression on his steadfast face.

Just when Zaiden thought Ann had fallen asleep, she suddenly spoke once more, her voice a mere whisper,

“Zaiden Santos, when will you take control of the Santos Family empire?”

Her voice was faint, as if she was talking to him, yet also as if she was talking in her sleep.

Zaiden turned his head to look at her. Her eyes were closed, and her face looked peaceful.

“Zaiden Santos, once you gain control of the Santos Family empire, I will leave Landon.”

All of a sudden—

Zaiden pressed the brake.

“Say that again,” he said, his face stern.