NovelEnglish"I heard it was a drunk driving accident, but something about it felt skeptical, you know? Just like the accident yesterday, the car
rammed into a wall and spontaneously combusted, leaving nothing but ashes."
"l agree, something's fishy. And it's the Lampard family we're talking about here. Who knows what goes on behind the doors of
those high-profile families?"
"You guys have no idea. My friend used to be Newell's mistress, and she toldthat he nearly killed his own son."
"Are you sure about that? You've got to be careful spreading such rumors!"
"Well, these elite families are all glitter and gold on the outside. But who knows what kind of shady business they're up to under
the surface?"
"Shush, keep your voices down. Astrid's here!"
"What does she care? She's been around for four years and the Lampards still haven't allowed her into the family. Obviously, they
don't want her. You guys believe everything that Mr. Lampard says? Pfft!"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Well, there's no rich guy who doesn't have a mistress. And Mr. Lampard is the kind who knows how to play the game."
"Wow, you make it sound like you have sinsider info!"
The group continued to chatter, but all Astrid could remember was their claim about Mr. Lampard wanting to kill his own son.
That meant the car accident today was no coincidence. It was too similar to the one yesterday. Clearly, it was Elio's way of sending
a message to Newell.
Since Ehad made a move, she couldn't just sit back and do nothing. She decided to start with Lucas’ elder brother, Johnnie
Lampard.
After today's incident, the Lampards had suddenly becquite subdued. When Astrid returned home, it was already past
midnight.
She opened her laptop and began to search for information on Johnnie. He was a well-known songwriter in the industry, always
appearing refined and courteous. He had written songs for many popular artists, all of which had bechits.
However, Ehad mentioned that Johnnie had wanted to kill Lucas since they were children. Could such a man really be as polite
and refined as he appeared?
After sthought, Astrid pulled out her phone and sent a text to Dale - [Dale, can you getin touch with Johnnie? | want him
to writea new song.]
As soon as she sent the message, a new message popped up in the family group chat.
Robb asked, [Star, did something happen to you?]
Astrid replied, [Nothing, I'm fine.]
Robb continued, [Then why on earth do you want to sing? Are you trying to torture our ears?]
Brandon said, [Holy cow, Star, if you're upset, | can beat someone up for you. Please, just don't sing.]
Jon, [I'd rather be hit by a bus than hear you sing.]
Astrid said, [Am | still your beloved little sister?]
Rickon replied, [Star, does releasing an album cost money? How much? I'll cover it.]
Astrid smiled, [Rickon is the only one who truly loves me!]
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRickon then typed, [As long as you don't sing in front of me, we're good.]
Astrid was speechless.
There was no doubt about it; Dale must have spilled the beans - her brother found out far too quickly. Oh, that big-mouthed gossip!
He's really going downhill, always tattling to her brother about the smallest things!
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