Divorced

Vivian took out her phone and dialed a number, her gaze locked on Aveline across the room, a hint of venom in her eyes.

“Hello, Miss Winter? Can you help me? I want to get rid of that bitch, Aveline!”

Maria noticed that something was off with Aveline.

She seemed distant, uninterested in anything, yet she continued to mechanically complete her tasks.

Maria shared this with Lucas.

At that moment, Lucas was reviewing the information Desmond had gathered, his brows furrowed in thought.

Russell had taken Sophia and locked her in a shipping container, supposedly as revenge on Aveline. But what did that have to do with Aveline’s change in behavior?

Lucas spoke in a low voice, “Keep an eye on Brian–something’s off about him.”

Desmond was startled. “Really? But hasn’t he been protecting Miss Young all this time?”

Lucas‘ voice turned cold. “I said watch him. Stop questioning me.”

“Yes, sir.”

It wasn’t difficult for Desmond to investigate Brian, but what he found left him unsettled.

By evening, Desmond brought the gathered information to Lucas.

Nervously, he watched Lucas as he reviewed the details, his palms sweating.

Lucas flipped through the pages and then let out a cold laugh. “Ungrateful bastard.”

Desmond broke into a cold sweat, stammering, “Mr. Tudor, he… he only helped Sophia because he never forgot what she did for you.‘

Lucas‘ voice was icy. “Take him to the basement.”

Desmond squeezed his eyes shut. This was bad!

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-Following Lucas’s orders, Brian immediately went to the Tudor residence.

Desmond was waiting for him at the entrance, his expression complicated.

Brian didn’t notice anything unusual and asked, puzzled, “What’s going on?”

Desmond hesitated, wanting to say something, but in the end, he only managed a few words: “You’ve really messed up.”

With that, Desmond turned and started walking toward the basement.

Brian still couldn’t figure out what was happening, but as he watched Desmond’s retreating figure, a sense of dread began to settle in his heart.

Following Desmond into the basement, Brian was immediately seized and bound by two bodyguards.

“Desmond, what’s going on?” Brian asked in shock, quickly turning to Desmond. However, he didn’t struggle–he knew that once inside, resistance was futile.

Desmond looked at him with a mixture of emotions. “Brian, you’ve never understood your place.”

“I…” Brian started to speak, but then realization dawned on him. “Mr. Tudor knows.”

“Yes,” Desmond confirmed with a nod. “We’re all Mr. Tudor’s people. Our actions are guided solely by his orders. We carry out what he commands, and we don’t act on things he hasn’t instructed. How could you not grasp something so simple?”

Brian gritted his teeth, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “I understand, but I couldn’t get past it. Two years ago, if it hadn’t been for Miss Winter, Mr. Tudor wouldn’t be here today!”

“Foolish.”

A familiar voice cut through the tension.

Lucas entered the room, his gaze icy as he looked at Brian. With a single wave of his hand, he signaled Desmond.

With a sigh, Desmond approached Brian, holding a tablet. He placed it in front of Brian, instructing him to take a closer look.

Displayed on the screen were photos and transcripts of conversations, all of which were exchanges between Sophia and the culprit from that incident years ago.

The more Brian read, the wider his eyes grew in disbelief.

“This… how is this possible?” Brian muttered, unable to fathom what he was seeing.