###Chapter 117 Caldwell and Mr. Norris

"Mrs. Blakeley, you are too kind." The noise on the other end of the phone, she should be in a beauty salon.

I looked around and said, "Jordan and I are going to change our house. I heard that your family has a suite on this side of the Attleboro villa. I don't know about the environment and nature inside. I want to ask you. It's not convenient for me to run around with a belly, and I'm too busy in the company."

"Well, the Attleboro is actually not as good as your villa. I bought it there because I wanted to make a wedding house for our family Blakeley. It has been decorated for a month, and there are many troublesome problems happening. If the two children were not in a hurry to get married, I'm going to return that house."

Caldwell's wedding room? Caldwell works for AC. Could that man be from AC, too?

I paused and said, "I happen to be here today. Could you talk to the doorman here? I want to go in and take a walk to see what the environment is like."

"That's fine! You give the phone to the doorman and I'll talk to him."

I gave the phone to the doorman, then hung up with Mrs. Blakeley and went into the villa.

I asked the doorman the address of Blakeley family, and I looked for it along the way.

The area of the villa in the urban area is relatively limited, and the developers in the area have also built buildings, so there are a lot of people in Flanagan District.

When I found the address of the villa that Mrs. Blakeley said, I did see the black Maserati parked outside the door. I was not sure about the relationship between Caldwell and that man.

I wrote down the license plate number, took a look at the surroundings, and was ready to leave.

I don't want to be seen by Caldwell.

"Mrs. Astley, you're here. Since you're are looking at the house, come in and have a closer look."

I froze and looked back to see Caldwell standing on the steps, looking down at me.

There was a thump in my heart and a smile on my face. I paused and said, "Did Mrs. Blakeley tell you that? I just came by to have a look. I didn't want to disturb you, so I shouldn't go in."

"Now that we're all here, there's no reason not to come in. If Mrs. Astley doesn't come in, how can you know whether my house is good or not, don't you think?" Caldwell narrowed his eyes half-squinted, and there was something in his words.

I pulled my hand, looked up at him and smiled, "That's going to bother you!"

He hooked his lips and stretched out his hand. "Please!"

The area of the villa is small, about 25 square meters, up the steps and into the hall, in the middle-aged man was sitting.

When he saw me, he squinted slightly and his eyes fell on me. "Mrs. Astley has a good memory!"

Originally, I was not sure, but the attitude of Caldwell just now, coupled with this remark, is somewhat certain.

Looking at him, I couldn't help darkening my face. "What's your name sir?"

"My surname is Norris." He was calm, motioned to me to sit down and said, "What does Mrs. Astley want to know all the way?"

"I just have some questions for Mr. Norris." Sitting on the sofa, I said, "Mr. Norris, we don't know each other. I don't know why you kidnapped me for no reason."

He squinted slightly, his fat face was a little dangerous, and he leaned back with a bit of displeasure in his voice. "Mrs. Astley, if you want to know the answer, you might as well turn off your cell phone. Let's have a good chat. You're smart. It's impolite to open a recording and chat like this!"

My hand in my pocket was stiff and I broke out in a cold sweat. This man was too cautious.

With a laugh, I took out my phone, pressed it off in front of him, watched him pick an eyebrow and I said, "Can we talk now?"

He sat up straight and smiled, "Of course!"

"So, why did Mr. Norris kidnap me for no reason?" Although this matter has been on my mind for several months, if there is no answer, I am afraid it will not be so easy.

He lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, took a look at me, and then slowly said, "Speaking of which, I also take money from people to save them from disasters."

I didn't speak, listened to him go on.

"Astley's audit was originally in charge of AC, but Mr. Astley suddenly wanted credit to intervene. To put it bluntly, he was going to kill the donkey, and there were also people who wanted Mrs. Astley to take the initiative to leave Mr. Astley, so I took the risk and took you to do this game and disturbed you. I'm really sorry."

I laughed. "With a few words, Mr. Norris is quite good at avoiding important points. As far as I know, Mr. Norris does not seem to be a shareholder of AC. The survival of AC does not seem to have much to do with you. You have invested so much money to endanger my life for the sake of an AC?"

He snuffed out the cigarette and squinted at me. "How do you know that the survival of AC has nothing to do with me?" Mrs. Astley might as well ask Mr. Hastings about your kidnapping. He has a better thing to say."

"Kian know about this?"

He smiled. "To be honest, threatening you to hold a bidding meeting is just a small strategy, and there are many ways, but because there were external forces joined, I took a step-by-step move that is too elegant. Miss Ivelle, I'm sorry!"

Outside force?

Hastings participated in this matter cautiously, 90% because of Nicole Blakeley.

So, in the end, this matter will have to go around Nicole?

Nicole did this, which really created an estrangement between me and Jordan.

When I came out of the Attleboro, my heart was always blocked and my head hurt badly. It was obviously not a big deal, but I was still trapped in a dark room, with the voices of Jordan and Nicole entangling my head.

During this time, I have been self-regulating and self-healing, but some things just can't go away.

I called Jon, a little confused.

"Ivelle, what's the matter?"

"Jon, I want to talk to you! I am a little worried that I will get caught up in this, and enter an endless cycle. It's over. I don't want to mention it to anyone, but I've pushed myself into a dead end."

"What happened? Have you been sleeping well lately?" Jon spoke with a little tiredness in his voice. I think he had just finished his work.

I sighed, a little uncomfortable, "A lot of things, when can you come to Hempstead? I'm pregnant. I can't go far."

"No way!" He raised his voice. "Are you pregnant? Whose is it? What happened? Have you got married? Who did you marry?"

He asked a series of questions. For a moment, I didn't know which one to answer first. He paused, and I said, "It's a long story. When will you come to Hempstead sometime?"

"Good! Ivelle, you are so mean, you didn't even inform me about such a big event!" He goes on and on, soon he starts to make a noise.

My head was buzzing and I said, "Sorry, there have been so many things in the past two years. I can't handle it, so."

He sighed on the other end of the phone and said, "Well, it happened. It's no use talking about you now. I'll come to Hempstead sometime in a few days and see you."