My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Chapter 2162

Hendrix took the photo from my hand, walked along the table without changing his look of indifference and said sternly, "I don't know this woman." "You don't?" Obviously, Lucas was having none of this. "Are you implying that we've staged this?"

This all began because of us. Having come this far, even if Hendrix had nothing to do with Andrea, Quinn and Lucas had still come all this way because of Hendrix's reputation. There was no way to shrug this off.

Based on the way Lucas was behaving, he also seemed to notice that something was wrong. Regardless, under every lie was the truth. I then interjected, "Mr. Lucas, please calm down. My husband doesn't mean that. Everyone here insists they are right, but the only way to know would be to check the authenticity of these photos. Mr. Lucas you're surrounded by very capable men, surely you can find someone to verify these photos?"

Despite Andrea's clever means of planting her fake evidence, she had overlooked one vital detail - she was already dead in Jarold City. Since she had changed her appearance and started over, she no longer existed as the woman who came on hard to Hendrix.

Naturally, we already knew what the results would be. We just had to convince this group of people about it.

Even though they earned their money from clandestine dealings ill-gotten gains, they still upheld a sense of righteousness and reason. When faced with the truth, even when proven wrong, they would not fly off the handle on the spot. This way, we could guarantee that the situation wouldn't spiral out of control.

Lucas frowned after hearing this. He screwed up face, completely giving away his weakness. He hesitated and said, "Of course I can..." Hendrix and I looked at each other and understood the meaning behind this. We had a seventy to eighty percent chance of success.

I laughed and said, "Then, let's call in an expert right now to verify this. Once we get the results, we'd then be able to resolve this matter civilly, ok?"

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However, even if that were the case, it wouldn't be appropriate to expose them in front of everyone.

A dog would run from the threat of danger. A wolf however would snarl and howl, reminding the threat that they were just as dangerous as them.

In any case, Andrea had led a ticking time bomb to us.

Lucas blinked. He was obviously thinking of a way to deal with this. However, it seemed that he was much more used to flexing his muscles rather than his brain. A troubled expression gradually appeared on his face and he furrowed brows tightly.

He wasn't the scariest one in the group however.

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Quinn, the conspirator, spoke up again sorrowfully, pointing his finger at Hendrix, That's just a small matter. Since we've come a long way, with good faith, if the photos prove to be fake, are you still not going to cooperate with us, Mr. Roberts?"

So well spoken. It was obvious that Quinn was the real leader of the organization, and Lucas, on the other hand, was so easy to see through.

As powerful and scheming as Quinn was, I found it hard to understand how he was willing to be on equal status and strength with someone who had brawn but no brains.

These were minor issues however. Dealing with Quinn was much more difficult than dealing with Lucas. There was no doubt as to what his motive was, regardless of whether the photo was fake or not. Seeing that they had already set foot in Jarold City, they wouldn't be returning empty-handed Should that happen, they would think that we were working against them, looking down on them even.