Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell



And... wasn't that Gordon's son, Carlisle?

Carlisle had recognized Yvette, too.

There was a family photo in Owen's house, and Carlisle remembered gossiping with his parents about Yvette.

Gordon felt that Yvette was a complete ingrate, while Hilda believed Yvette might have had difficulties that had driven her decision.

Hilda had heard from Hayley that Yvette had always done whatever was asked of her at home, and everyone in the village had envied Christopher Barlow, Owen's grandfather, for having such a treasure.

However, Yvette distanced herself from Christopher after reuniting with her real family.

Carlisle had also assumed that she had forgotten her roots after having money.

After running a business over the past two months, he had changed his mind.

Yvette could very well have had a reason for doing what she did, especially as a businesswoman.

It would be like how Zachary had once used Hilda and Gordon to threaten Carlisle.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Yvette might have been trying to protect Sylvester's family by distancing herself from them.

There was another series of honks.

A yellow Ferrari had driven up behind Carlisle.

Gareth took off his sunglasses and glanced at the old, dilapidated neighborhood on his right.

Yvette finally came to her senses and said to her driver, "Move the car."

The driver had gotten numb but hastily moved the car when she ordered him to.

Carlisle told Francis to drive into the neighborhood.

When the car drove to the front door, Sawyer greeted Carlisle. "Hello, Carl! You're really something, aren't you? You even have a Rolly!"

Sawyer spoke very fluently, but once in a while, he would come up with some odd phrases. Carlisle had no idea where he was from.

However, he was sure that Sawyer was not just an average man.

Carlisle took out a box of Ghurka Royal cigars and handed it to him. He smiled and said, "Mr. Hughes, this is for you!"

Sawyer's eyes widened. "Are these Ghurka Royal cigars?"

Carlisle smiled and nodded.

Seamus had followed them in. He scowled and said, "It's just a cigar, isn't it? Why are you so excited? You are so ignorant."

Sawyer looked indignant and said, "You're the ignorant one. Do you know how much this cigar costs? You might never be able to afford one."

Seamus laughed in anger. He took out the envelope of cash that Yvette had just given him and tore it open. He took out ten brand-new 100-dollar bills and boasted, "Who says I can't afford it? I can buy 20 of those with a thousand dollars, can't I?"

In that era, cigars that cost 50 dollars apiece were already very extravagant.

Seamus usually smoked cigars that cost about one or two dollars each.

He would only treat himself to five-dollar cigars when he had to look for extra hands to help him with work.

He felt that a guard like Sawyer wouldn't know anything.

Sawyer snorted. "One thousand dollars wouldn't even be able to get one pack of these!"

Seamus laughed. "You're just boasting. I'll buy some for you one day."

Yvette spoke up. "Uncle Seamus, these are Ghurka Royal cigars. They're not for sale, and you can't get them in most shops. Every box costs about three thousand dollars!"

"Wh-what? Three thousand? For one box?" Seamus' eyes bulged, and his mind went blank.

Did such expensive cigars really exist?

Were they made of gold?

While Seamus stood there, feeling flabbergasted, Gareth got out of his car all of a sudden. He stared intently at Sawyer and asked respectfully, "Are you Dr. Hughes, the founder of Spring Hall?"