Aveline walked directly down. The basement was even colder than above, and as she descended, the lights flickered on one by one. She stopped in front of a door with iron bars and frowned, "Who's in there?""Is... is that you, Aveline?" The man's voice came out weak and frail. Aveline could even smell a faint scent of blood.Aveline's expression grew tense, "Who's there?""It's Bobby."Aveline widened her eyes. "Bobby? Is it really you?"She grabbed the bars and peered inside desperately, but it was pitch dark; she couldn't see anything."It's me... Aveline, please save me. I'm being tortured to death. I don't want to die. Please help me, okay?"Bobby's voice was filled with pleading as if clinging to a lifeline."I..." Aveline wanted to say she would get him out, but then she remembered Bobby's own father had given up on him. As an outsider, did she have the right to intervene?Aveline asked, "Did you really steal from the Tudor family?""No, I didn't!" Bobby was extremely agitated.
Aveline pondered for a moment and said, "I'll get to the bottom of this. If you're innocent, I'll get you out."Bobby broke down in tears. "Aveline, thank you!"Aveline felt a pang of discomfort. If Bobby knew that Zane had given up on him for money, how would he react? At the same time, a chill ran through her. If someone had orchestrated all this, what was their motive? Why target a mere driver?Aveline returned upstairs, feeling somewhat warmer. She glanced towards the villa's garden and headed in that direction. She couldn't leave just yet. She needed to find Lucas and get some answers.The garden was still lively, and Aveline's sudden appearance stunned everyone. Their gazes quickly turned to shock and disdain. She looked disheveled, her dress dirty, her hair messy, and her face and arms covered in dust, as if she had crawled out of a dirt pit.A servant saw her and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, "Who let you out? Go back inside!"Aveline pushed the servant aside, "I am th
The butler explained what had happened in the garden earlier, especially the scene where Barbara was frightened to tears, describing it vividly. He glanced at Aveline with a frown, his tone becoming colder. "Madam Barbara is very fond of Madam Aveline. I don't understand why she would want to harm her."Aveline frowned. "I didn't do it. It wasn't me."The butler replied, "But the servants saw you pushing the wheelchair, which scared Madam Barbara."Aveline looked at Lucas and said calmly, "Grandma wanted a flower crown, so I went to pick flowers. When I heard the commotion, she had already been pushed away by someone else.""Did you check the surveillance?" Lucas asked the butler in a low voice, his eyes cold.The butler nodded. "We did, but that area is a blind spot. Nothing was captured."Lucas' tone grew even colder. "If nothing was captured, how can you be certain she pushed Grandma? If that's the case, can I speculate that you instigated someone to frame her?"The butler became t
Lucas asked in a deep voice, "Have you found this person?"Aveline shook her head. "No, the butler said there were no servants wearing masks today."Due to the birthday banquet, many temporary workers had been hired, and the requirements were strict. Allowing a servant to wear a mask was out of the question.Lucas' expression grew colder. He took out his phone and made a call."Hello, boss?" came Maria's lazy voice."Check the surveillance at the Tudor family estate," Lucas said, providing a specific time frame. Without waiting for Maria's response, he hung up.Maria sighed. "Seriously?"Aveline looked at him. "Do you have a way to check the surveillance there?""Let's wait and see," Lucas replied calmly.Aveline nodded. Either the surveillance would reveal something, or Barbara would need to clarify things herself. But since she was asleep, Aveline couldn't disturb her.Just then, there was a knock on the door."Lucas, Aveline, it's me," Yvonne's gentle voice called out."Come in," Lu
A chill spread from the depths of her heart as she struggled to control her emotions. Yvonne fixed the zipper and suddenly asked, "Aveline, did you see that basement?"Aveline shook her head. "No, I came over immediately after I got out. I was afraid something might have happened to Grandma."Yvonne replied, "It's good you didn't see it. If you had, you might have been scared."With that, she turned and left the dressing room.Yvonne left the bedroom directly. When Aveline walked out, her face was somewhat pale.Lucas, sensing something was wrong, walked up and held her hand, finding it cold."What's wrong?"Aveline pulled her hand away and lowered her eyes. "Let's handle Grandma's situation first. I don't want to be falsely accused."Lucas nodded but still sensed her resistance and reluctance. She hadn't been like this before. What had changed?Aveline turned to leave, but Lucas grabbed her and asked, "Where are you going?"She paused and said, "I want to see Grandma."Lucas replied,
At that moment, Lucas' phone vibrated. He took it out and saw a surveillance video.Maria had found the footage from the time of the incident.Lucas played the video and discovered it was just as Aveline had described: someone had pushed Barbara's wheelchair. However, due to the angle of the camera, it was impossible to see who pushed the wheelchair.The wheelchair rolled downhill until a masked attendant stopped it. The attendant kept his head down, revealing only that he was a tall man, but his face was unclear.Lucas frowned.He quickly composed a message and sent it out.Looking up at Aveline, he asked, "Are you tired?"Aveline pressed her lips together and said, "I want to leave."Lucas responded, "It's not over yet. You can't leave."Aveline looked at him, frowning. "What do you mean? Don't you believe me?"Seeing her agitation, Lucas replied, "I believe you, but we can't leave until this is resolved."Aveline still felt uneasy.But then she thought, even though he didn't trust
Lucas tightened his grip, causing Aveline to wince in pain. She looked at him, her eyes questioning what he was doing.His narrowed eyes grew colder, and he said calmly, "I suggest you abandon those thoughts. If you really hurt Grandma just to get a smooth divorce, not only will I not divorce you, but I will also change my social status to a 'widower'."Aveline was speechless.How did he know what she was thinking?Could this man read minds?Lucas seemed to read her expression again and said nonchalantly, "Your desire for a divorce is written all over your face. Do you think I'm blind and can't see it?"Aveline remained silent.Their voices were low, and Lucas was very close to Aveline. To outsiders, it looked like they were flirting.Frederick watched this scene, his blood pressure rising. He slammed the table heavily. "Lucas, are you even listening to me?"Lucas looked at him. "I am. I won't divorce her."Frederick's expression turned particularly ugly. "Even if this woman is after y
Lucas took out a remote control and pressed a button. A screen slowly descended from the wall behind the TV. He connected his phone and started the projection.Everyone could clearly see what happened in the garden. Someone pushed Barbara's wheelchair, and then Aveline hurried over, all captured clearly on video. The footage was short but clearly showed the facts.Lucas' tone grew colder. "This incident has nothing to do with Aveline. As for who pushed the wheelchair to frame her, I'll find out. If you come forward now, I might let it go. But if I uncover the truth, you'll end up in the basement."His deep, magnetic voice echoed through the living room, sending a chill through everyone present.Lucas looked at Frederick. "See? This is evidence."Frederick's face darkened further, humiliated by his son in front of everyone. He looked at Lucas with even more disdain.Lucas scoffed and then looked at the two servants behind the butler. "Didn't you just say you saw Aveline push the wheel
Jolie stirred, her eyes fluttering open in the dimly lit cabin. The sharp, handsome features of the man before her were so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath. His lips, carrying his familiar scent, gently traced hers, as if torn between waking her and letting her sleep. Her breath hitched, a brief moment of confusion washing over her. Gavin noticed and, in response, pressed a firm kiss to her lips. "Did I wake you?" "You did that on purpose," Jolie replied, her voice soft and husky from sleep. "Mm." Gavin didn’t deny it, his tone unapologetic as he leaned down to kiss her again. Still groggy, Jolie found herself caught off guard, his lips capturing hers with a growing intensity. By the time she realized what was happening, he had deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing and tangling with hers in an intoxicating rhythm. Her breath quickened, and she instinctively pushed against him. Gavin pulled back, only to trail kisses along her cheek and down her neck, his
The night air was cool, a gentle breeze slipping through the car window and lifting the strands of hair framing her face. They fluttered across her vision, briefly distracting her, yet she could still clearly see his eyes. At that moment, the unease and uncertainty stirring in her chest melted away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of calm. It felt as though there was nothing he couldn’t handle. As long as he wanted to. Jolie smiled softly and said, "Alright." When they arrived at the private airstrip, the captain came forward to exchange a few words with Gavin. Standing nearby, Jolie watched and couldn’t resist asking, "How long will you be staying?" Gavin glanced at her. "How long do you want me to stay?" The overly intimate tone of his words, spoken with such casual ease, caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed immediately—especially since there were others around to hear it. Lowering her gaze shyly, she murmured, "You can stay as long as you want." She turned he
Gavin looked at her, his gaze steady, and replied in a calm voice, "You’ve got the leverage to do it." Oh... Jolie’s heart skipped a beat, her pulse momentarily thrown off rhythm. What was this feeling? It was as if someone was spoiling her, cherishing her unconditionally. Even though it was just a simple conversation, it carried a warmth she couldn’t ignore. For a moment, she realized that what she once thought was affection and care had been nothing but an illusion. A smile unconsciously curved on her lips as her eyes lit up. "Does this mean I can walk around Larbor City like I own the place?" Gavin raised an eyebrow. "Are you a crab?" Jolie burst into laughter, her mood instantly lifted by his quick-witted remark. Her earlier irritation dissipated, replaced by lightheartedness. Whether or not he meant it, the fact that he sided with her made her happy. "I’m full. Should we head out?" she asked, her appetite long gone after everything that had happened earlier.
The girl stared in disbelief, her hands clutching her face. "You hit me?" Jolie blinked innocently at her. "Weren’t you the one insisting I hit you earlier? I just gave you another slap to match your story. You should be used to it by now." "Jolie Quin!" Ian had reached his limit, his voice full of anger as he glared at her. "Apologize to her!" Jolie glanced at him, her expression calm but icy. "Get lost." She had thought he might be reasonable, but clearly, he was blinded by infatuation. She had no patience to deal with him any longer and turned to leave. Before she could take a step, Ian grabbed her arm roughly. "Jolie, you’re not leaving without apologizing! I don’t think I’ve ever wronged you, have I? We used to get along just fine, didn’t we?" "Let go," Jolie said, her brows knitting in disgust. She hated being touched, especially by someone she considered beneath her. Ian tightened his grip, his hand digging into her arm hard enough to cause pain. "Jolie, yo
Jolie was completely baffled, a string of question marks running through her mind. But when the girl suddenly dropped to her knees, it genuinely startled her.She quickly reached out to help her up. "Get up first. We can talk properly."Before Jolie could react, the girl grabbed her hand and slapped herself hard across the face with it.Smack!The crisp sound echoed in the quiet hallway, leaving Jolie frozen in shock."Why did you hit me?" The girl, who had just been crying like an innocent damsel in distress, now clutched her face and loudly accused her. "Ian and I are the real couple! You’re the one coming between us. How could you hit me?"Jolie blinked, completely dumbfounded, as the girl’s voice rang out.A few passersby paused, glancing over to witness the commotion.Meanwhile, Ian, who had been waiting and wondering why his girlfriend hadn’t returned, came looking for her. The scene he walked into—his girlfriend on the ground, crying and accusing Jolie—made him stride forward,
The person in the hallway glanced at her briefly but quickly looked away, as though she were a stranger. Jolie’s hand, lifted halfway to wave, stalled in mid-air.What... was that? Gavin noticed her reaction and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong?" "Nothing," Jolie replied, shaking her head and brushing it off. The man outside was Ian. Pretending not to know her was probably his way of avoiding unnecessary trouble—after all, they had already "broken up." The door to their private room shut completely, and Gavin hadn’t seen Ian or his group. He turned back to her and asked, "Do you come here often?" "Yeah," Jolie nodded. "I come here a lot with friends." So, this was one of her favorite hidden gems. The fact that she was willing to share it with him felt significant somehow. Gavin caught himself lingering on that thought and was momentarily taken aback by his own reaction. He kept his expression neutral, not letting on what had crossed his mind. The food arrived qui
The reason it wasn’t the same was simple—her plan would fall apart if she got caught.Of course, that wasn’t something she could admit.Jolie simply said, "I just don’t want any unnecessary complications. Since you’ve already arranged the flight, let’s just leave directly."Gavin’s dark eyes fixed on her for a moment, but he didn’t press the issue.It was clear she didn’t want to talk about it any further, so he let it drop.When the elevator doors opened, the two of them walked out together. A car was already waiting at the entrance. Gavin, ever the gentleman, opened the door for her.The car pulled away from Cooper Enterprises, and Gavin asked, "What do you want to eat?"Jolie, busy typing on her phone, replied, "I know a good restaurant."It was a cozy place she loved, one she often visited with her friends."Alright," Gavin replied, pulling out his phone to respond to some emails. With his work condensed into such a tight schedule, he seized every spare moment to handle it.Jolie p
Gavin suddenly recalled Wilfried's words, "That girl doesn’t even like you."Lowering his gaze slightly, Gavin pushed the thought aside without explanation, his expression remaining cool and indifferent as he watched her. After Jolie finished looking through the photos, she turned to him and asked, "Why do you have pictures of all these women?" "My father brought them over," Gavin replied. "Oh." Jolie nodded knowingly and didn’t press further. It was easy enough to figure out—the Cooper family obviously wanted him to consider an arranged marriage, so they sent over these photos for him to choose from. She could understand that. In fact, she even helped him look through them, just in case one of these women turned out to be a good match for him. After all, their relationship wasn’t meant to last forever. When he grew tired of her and she had her fun, they’d part ways, and everything would return to normal. As she neatly organized the photos and placed them back on the ta
It was Jolie’s first time visiting Cooper Enterprises, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of curiosity about the place.No, to be precise, it was her first time stepping into any corporate office. The Quin family also had company, but she had never visited, nor had Daisy or Terence ever asked her to.The private elevator for the CEO was stunningly opulent, its polished surface gleaming like a mirror, perfectly reflecting their images. Jolie’s heart began to race with an inexplicable excitement.The assistant glanced at her and said with a warm smile, "Miss Quin, there’s no need to be nervous. Mr. Cooper will definitely be delighted to see you."Jolie nodded and replied, "I’m not nervous."The elevator moved swiftly, and as they neared the executive office, Jolie adjusted her cap and mask, pulling them snugly to hide her face as much as possible.Meanwhile, near the adjacent employee elevator, Rosalie was holding a stack of files, ready to head downstairs.She froze the moment she s