Jean was still burning with rage. “Fine. Divorce, it is!”…A week after Tiffany’s incident, Mark finally came back to the Tremont Estate. He had returned on a weekend morning. Arianne had just woken up and was having breakfast in the dining hall. She hadn’t seen him for only a week, but he seemed to be a lot more haggard. Although he was still in his suit and kempt hair, the stubble on his chin added some sense of jadedness to him compared to before, brewing a different taste of maturity.Arianne had never asked about his work, having long gotten used to turning a blind eye. She had not planned to ask him now, but Mary gave her a nudge from behind, almost causing her to choke. She understood what the woman meant. Mark was already at the staircase when she collected herself and asked, “Is the company doing alright? Why are you only back now after so long?”Mark looked sideways slightly without halting his steps. “You won’t understand even if I tell you. I’m going to the office again la
After a whirlwind dance between the sheets, Arianne returned into the embrace of the bed that she had just left not too long ago. She shivered as she watched Mark’s every action. It wasn’t a good idea to do it so early in the morning… Right?There wasn’t much foreplay. Or rather, he didn’t have much time for it, so foreplay was cut out of the picture. She wanted to reject him but was too afraid to do so. Her entire body remained in a frigid state.Her burry gaze noticed how the top half of his clothes remained seemingly pristine. From her angle, the most she could see was his chin, his perfect silhouette, and the fresh, energizing scent of his aftershave. His no longer sober and calm vision now stared down at her, sending a shockwave of palpitations throughout her body...Half an hour later, he left the Tremont Estate like a gust of wind. She still hadn’t regained her senses, even after the sound of his car faded off into the distance. She remained nestled in their messy bed, refusi
Before she could finish the last part of her sentence, Henry made his way towards the flowering shrubs on the other side. Her grin widened. “Hey, old fogey! You’re old enough to know what that is, right? You’re just playing dumb! Come one, Rice Ball. Let’s go get something to eat…”…Tiffany drove along the road like a hurricane. Arianne was extremely worried that she wouldn't be able to stop in time for a tailgater. “Can you go a little slower? You’re scaring me to death!”Tiffany took no notice of her. “That convalescent home is pretty secluded, and there are no cameras along this road. What are you afraid of? This is a sports car, what’s the use if we don’t drive it fast? Don’t worry. My driving skills are passable.”Arianne was feeling uncertain. If the person that they had found really was Mr. Sloane, they might not necessarily be able to get any information out of him. Even if he did provide that information, could they even be sure if he’d comply and provide them with eviden
Arianne couldn’t wait any longer. She carefully woke the old man up. He opened his eyes and thought she was one of the nurses. “Where’s Pauline? Why’d they change nurses today?”Arianne placed the food in front of him. “Finish your meal first.”The old man slowly picked up his knife and fork, but his eyes sized them up carefully. “You’re not nurses, why are you here?”Tiffany pulled out the letter from Arianne’s bag. “Did you write this?”The old man glanced at it and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never written any letter. It’s been three years since I’ve stepped out of this place. My eyesight is poor and my hands tremble. How could I write a letter?”Arianne was flustered now. “Aren’t you Mr. Sloane? Then why is the address of your previous home on this letter? The person who sent this is very important to me. Please tell me the truth! If you aren’t Mr. Sloane, you must know of him at least.”The old man put down his cutlery and lay down. “I don’t. Please l
Tiffany went to Mr. Sloane’s mailing address that afternoon. Arianne waited back at home. She had initially intended on going with her, but when she remembered Mark’s reaction to the letter, she decided to retreat. Before everything was settled, this would only cause more trouble. Even though it seemed like Mark wasn’t restricting her from going anywhere, it did not mean that he wasn’t aware of wherever she went.The next morning, Tiffany sent a message to inform her that she had arrived home. They agreed to meet up after work and talk face to face.Naturally, Tiffany had rushed back early in the morning to go to work. Before Jackson suddenly decided to fire her, she had to go to work as usual so that she would have one extra day of wages, even if he did fire her all of a sudden.She arrived an hour late due to some delays along the way. As she arrived in a rush at the office, she noticed that there seemed to be very little people in the elevator. This provided her with some semblan
The “forcefulness” in Jackson’s display put Tiffany at her wits’ end. She couldn’t understand what he was trying to do. How could he act as if nothing had happened after something so embarrassing? Shouldn’t he be avoiding suspicion?When they arrived at the lower ground floor, she dawdled around, refusing to step out of the elevator. “Mr. West, don’t you think that we should be avoiding suspicion? The matter from a few days ago caused quite a scandal. You’re not married and neither am I. It would be detrimental to our reputations and developments in the future. You should go first. I’ll get a cab.”Jackson couldn’t be bothered to listen to her going on and on. He reached out his arm, circled it around her neck, and dragged her to the car. “Mr. West? You never used to call me that. I’ve told you, it’s fine. I’m not afraid, so why should you? Get in the car.”Her mind was distracted by the faint smell of his cologne. He wasn’t just throwing suspicion out into the open, but he was also
Arianne relaxed after hearing her answer. They ordered their meal before Tiffany began her report on her findings at the mailing address. “By the way, I’ve asked a lot of neighbors around that address. According to their physical descriptions, the man who’s always lived at that exact address was George Levin. However, they don’t know his full name because they didn’t talk a lot. They’ve heard a young man call him ‘Uncle Sloane’ before, but they couldn’t be sure. Perhaps he was calling him ‘Uncle Levin’ too.”“Someone took this George Levin away three years ago, and he never returned. I suspect that he may have changed his name. He lied to us. He is Mr. Sloane! If we take a step back and say he isn’t Mr. Sloane, then that Mr. Sloane in that letter can’t possibly be unrelated to him. Who’d use George Levin’s address to send a letter for no apparent reason? Either George Levin is Mr. Sloane, or he’s acquainted with Mr. Sloane. I’ve asked my private investigator to investigate this. Let’s
Arianne noticed the fruits and nutritional supplements at the head of the bed, which looked very similar to the ones Ethan had brought along with him yesterday. However, she direasonsdn’t think too much of it. Many of these items could be bought around the convalescent home, which meant that as long as someone bought these items nearby, they would be pretty much the same. She didn’t quite believe in George’s story. “Mr. Levin, that wasn’t what you said when we were here yesterday. Do you have any underlying reasons preventing you from talking about this?”George closed his turbid eyes, his breathing growing slightly rapid. “No underlying reasons. I just don’t want to bring trouble onto myself. Please don’t visit me anymore. Mr. Sloane’s affairs have nothing to do with me. All I want is to wait for my death in peace.”The thought of her tedious trip to the mailing address made this difficult for Tiffany to accept. However, George had put a dead end to her conversation. George had admi