NovelEnglishChapter 1509 “So? Have you come up with a plan, Aubree?” As time ticked past, Frieda grew increasingly anxious.
Aubree recalled something right then and clenched her jaw forcefully. “Have you investigated the man from that night?” Frieda's eyes turned as wide as saucers. “You're going to ask for his help? Didn't you say he's in cahoots with Roxanne? What if he betrays you?” Determination flashed across Aubree's eyes. “That's the only way! The man gave off an unusual aura, so I'm sure he's a powerful man!” “But... why would someone like him work for Roxanne?” Frieda was filled with confusion.
“Did you investigate or not?” Aubree snapped, her patience wearing thin.
Frieda gave a hesitant nod. “I checked the surveillance footage and tracked down his house.” “Bring me there!” Aubree said without hesitation.
Seeing that she was so determined, Frieda had no choice but to do as told.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey hailed a taxi by the roadside, and Frieda gave the driver the address of their destination. The vehicle slowly pulled away from the motel entrance.
Soon, the taxi rolled to a stop in front of a mansion.
“This is it but I'm not sure if he usually stays here,” Frieda said.
Aubree had no time to ponder her next move. She hastily flung open the car door and stepped out.
The mansion was brightly lit. It was obvious it was occupied.
Aubree heaved a sigh of relief. However, her respite was brief. A moment later, her face twisted into a grimace and her gaze grew icy cold as she remembered why she was there.
Frieda stepped forward and rang the doorbell.
Soon, someone answered the intercom. “Who is it?” Frieda turned to look at Aubree standing beside her.
“I'm looking for the owner of this mansion. Tell him that a woman with the surname Pearson is here to talk to him. He'll know who | am,” Aubree responded coolly.
The person on the other end grunted in acknowledgment.
A brief silence later, he said, “The door is open. Come on in.” Following that, the door to the mansion opened with a click.
Aubree strode in, her face devoid of expression. As soon as she stepped into the mansion, she saw the man lounging on the couch.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Ms. Pearson, why are you here late at night? Don't tell me you can't forget what happened that night,” the man said flippantly even though Frieda had come with Aubree.
He stood up and came to Aubree.
“What are you talking about?” Hatred filled Aubree's eyes. “How dare you mention that night? If it wasn't for—ugh! | want to tear you into pieces for what you've done!” Shawn arched a brow in amusement. “If it wasn't for what? If I'm not mistaken, that must be the reason for your visit, Ms.
Pearson. Am | right?” Aubree glared at him. “I need your help to leave the country!” Shawn let out a derisive snort. “It appears that you have come to seek my help. Ms. Pearson, you may have been in a position of authority for an extended period of time, so | must remind you that this is not the appropriate way to request help.” As he spoke, he swept his gaze over Frieda.
The Farwell family and the Pearson family have called off the engagement, but Ms. Queen is still friends with Ms. Pearson. How interesting.
Frieda met his gaze, and suddenly a vivid image flashed through her mind.
A few years ago, Jonathan had brought her along to attend a national business conference, and she had met this man there.
Although the man wasn't as popular as Lucian, there were still people who would flatter him. She knew he could easily help Aubree.
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