He carefully returned to the guest bedroom. Once he was under his covers, he texted, (Nigel, resume the surveillance and recordings]. (Mmh.] Nigel texted while controlling the system, (What took you so long?] Even if the size of Brettley’s folders were huge, it would not take so long.
Neil was silent for a while before he picked up his phone and replied, (I saw some stuff on this computer, and I copied them down. Will send it over together with the documents to you. It has to do with Mommy]. (Okay.] Unable to feel the change in his brother’s emotions, Nigel replied directly, (I ‘ve resumed the system. It should be quite late over at your end. Rest. You can send me the documents tomorrow]. (Okay!]
After replying, Neil put his phone under the pillow and hugged his chest as he gazed at the ceiling in the dark. He had always been under his Mommy’s influence and under the impression that Brettley was a cheating scumbag who did whatever it took to get rid of her. However, the things he saw on his computer back there… Neil sighed. He grew even more confused about Brettley; he seemed to be different from what he thought he was Very different. The next morning, Bethan got one of the servants to send Neil back.
Anne stood by the entrance as she waited with unkempt hair. When Neil got down from the car, she angrily rushed up to him and twisted his ear. “How bold of you! How dare you sneak out in the middle of the night when I’m asleep? Luckily, you went to Bethan. If you were to go somewhere else, how am I going to answer your mother?“ She furiously bit her lip. “Neil Peterson, swear to me right now that you’ll never do that again! “ Neil looked at the unkempt woman and knew she was worried about him, thus he let her be. “I swear. I won’t do that again! “
“That’s more like it!“ Anne reached out and tugged on Neil’s sleeves. “Let’s go home. We’ll have another round of sleep.“ Neil helplessly sighed and grabbed Anne’s hand as they walked back to their house. “Sir.“ Lucas stood respectfully before Brettley in the President’s Office of Morrison Group. “That Neil kid has reached home safely.“ Brettley’s head was lowered. He flatly responded, “Hmm.“
“I don’t get it.“ Lucas hesitated for a long while before saying, “Neil drugged you so badly, and you ended up in the hospital. Why do you still care for him and treat him so well?“
“Probably because I like him.“ Brettley gently lifted his head and noticed the documents in Lucas’ hands. “Is there anything else?“ Coming to his senses, Lucas cleared his throat and put the document in front of Brettley. “The investigation report for the Ferris Wheel incident is out. The report states that someone planned the incident that day. For now, the people that have been in contact with the main culprit won’t tell us who, but I believe we’ll get a name soon.“ Brettley accepted the documents and flipped through them. “What else?“
“Also…“ Lucas put another document on his desk. “We’ve located the reporter that secretly photographed you and Bethan shopping together. Someone ordered them to do so, too. According to our analysis, these two incidents were by the…same person.“ Brettley furrowed his brows and put the two documents side by side, studying them meaningfully.
After a while, Brettley waved his hands. “Please leave.”
Lucas nodded, turned, and left. He shut the door on the way out. With eyes narrowed, Brettley looked at the two investigation documents in front of him as he knocked his large hands on the desk. After a while, he smiled bitterly. Putting the two documents together, only one name appeared: Cynthal Peterson. It was obvious.
She wanted Nellie dead. She wanted to get rid of the people who treated her best. Brettley shut his eyes. Cynthal. She was Bethan Peterson’s most beloved sister. Even before she left, she had a will that asked Brettley to take good care of her younger sister. The other person was the daughter he had with Bethan Peterson.
“Bethan, you gave me a challenging problem to deal with.” Morrison Mansion. Cynthal had waited in the hall for half an hour as she held an intricately wrapped box in her arms. “Is Granny Morrison up yet?”
Looking at the servants lazing around in the mansion, Cynthal was rather impatient. The servant looked at her condescendingly. “She’s almost up. Ms. Peterson, if you’re not willing to wait, you can head back first. Granny Morrison doesn’t see guests so early in the morning.“ Cynthal bit her lips. Inwardly irked, she managed to maintain her smile. “I’ll wait. No matter how long it takes.“ She had to see Granny Morrison no matter what!
Another half an hour passed and Granny Morrison slowly and arrogantly walked down the stairs with the help of her servants. When she noticed Cynthal, Granny Morrison chuckled before she sat on the other side of the sofa domineeringly, looking at Cynthal. “Ms. Peterson, why are you here so early in the morning? Is there anything I can do for you?“
“Yes! “ When she finally got to meet Granny Morrison, Cynthal excitedly jumped up from the sofa. She hurriedly walked over and handed the box in her hands to Granny Morrison like a treasure. “Granny Morrison, this jewelry is designed and made by an internationally known designer, Mr. Y! Each of his designs is unique. There are a lot of imitations on the market, and I took a long time to find them! This just arrived from overseas this morning, and I immediately brought this here to give this to you! “ Granny Morrison furrowed her brows and opened the box. The jewelry in the box made her eyes sparkle instantly. Shortly after, her expressions returned to her usual calmness. She lifted her head and looked at Cynthal. “Thank you for your gift.“ Cynthal sighed. “I initially decided to present this to you during your birthday, but…“ Granny Morrison furrowed her brows. “But what?“
“But…starting from the day of your birthday, I’ll have no more relations with you anymore. Brettley, he ..has decided to announce calling off the marriage at your birthday banquet.“ Granny Morrison frowned. “Calling off the marriage?“
“Yes.“ Cynthal sighed. Her tone was filled with disappointment and helplessness. A streak of tears fell from the corner of her eyes. “I’ve been Brettley’s fiancée for five years, and everyone knows about us. Now that Brettley suddenly wants to dump me, I —I don’t know how to face the others. After all, I am a public figure.“ Then, she pitifully wiped her tears away. “Granny, do you think I won’t be able to get married in the future?“
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
Leave a Reply