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Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 703
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Chapter 703.

While typing in the search box, Aveline's mind was filled with images of Alexander's affectionate face, but when she pressed the search button, her body trembled instinctively, and she was subconsciously afraid.

Aveline didn't know what she was afraid of. Was she afraid that the outcwould be the sas what Solomon said? Especially at the moment when the page was about to pop up, Aveline felt like her heart was about to jump out.

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The page loaded fully, but in her nervous moment, no relevant information about Alexander and Nora was brought up.

After Aveline deleted the search, she searched separately again. There was a profile of Alexander in the encyclopedia, and the column about his spouse clearly stated the name, Aveline.

Moreover, it was mentioned that she was his secretly married wife, and she was only recently announced to the public.

Aveline breathed a sigh of relief, wondering what she was thinking. It was clear that Solomon was deliberately making up stories while Alexander was away, hoping to alienate the relationship between the two.

To be on the safe side, Aveline deleted Alexander Sterling and was about to type in the word Nora Kingsley. She was just about to hit type the nNora Kingsley when Ciara's voice cfrom behind: "Aveline, what are you doing?" "Mom, I'm trying to search for someone." "Who is it? Just ask me." Aveline didn't avoid her. She showed Ciara her phone sincerely and said, "It's a woman named Nora Kingsley." "Why do you suddenly want to search about her?" Ciara's heart skipped a beat, but she still maintained a smile on her face.

"I just met Solomon downstairs. He said something about Alexander having an affair with the said woman. Mom, is this true?" "Of course it's a lie. Don't listen to his nonsense. That brat has the smorals as his mother. He can use any means to destroy other people's feelings. I think back then Wesley had feelings for me, and Eloise played the stricks. It was by her skill of sowing discord that Wesley completely separated from me." Aveline felt relieved and said, "So that's it. I guess he is like a dog who can't spit out anything but vomit." "Aveline, if you have anything to ask, just ask me. Don't hold it in your heart." Aveline nodded, "Is there really a Nora Kingsley?" "Of course. That woman is the daughter of an old friend, and she is a family friend of the Sterling family." "It can't be a childhood sweethearts script, right?" "That's nonsense my dear. Alexander hasn't met her a significant amount of times in ten years. How can they be childhood sweethearts? He only has you in his heart from now till forever. You just have to believe in him, okay?" "Okay, but Mom, the birthday party is tomorrow, and I'm a little worried that it will be bad for Alexander if he doesn't cback."

"Don't worry, he has sense. All we have to do is support him in secret. We shouldn't let him have any m worries Let the clown mother and son dance. I'm even too lazy to waste ttalking to them. Con let's shower, put on a facial mask and do a facial spa, and you'll be sure to look stunning tomorrow." Aveline was amused by her, and the depression in her chest disappeared. "Alright." In the underground gambling city, also known as the city that never sleeps, there were all kinds of people on the first floor.

The further down one goes, the more chips they need and the fewer people they meet.

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Alexander, Jordan, and others disguised themselves, hiding their true appearance. They spent a lot of money in the Y in the casino, and Alexander won at the money, and the people around him stopped betting and followed him in betting big and small.

He didn't lose around.

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