Recalling the aim of her meeting with Aubree that day, Frieda furrowed her brows. “I think you should send the photos as soon as possible. When I came out earlier, Lucian went to find my brother again. I briefly eavesdropped on them and heard them discussing matters about Roxanne again.”
Aubree’s expression darkened. “What did they talk about?”
“Lucian plans to let my brother think of a way to acquire Herbscape Group. I also heard him mentioning Roxanne is now working at Herbscape Group as their technical advisor. If they manage to pull this off, Lucian will become more involved with that b*tch!”
After that, Frieda glanced at Aubree’s phone on the table and suggested, “Why don’t you send the pictures to Lucian anonymously at once so that he will dismiss that idea.”
A hint of iciness glinted in Aubree’s eyes. “I’ll definitely send out the photos, but sending it directly to Lucian is not the way to do it.”
“Why?” Frieda was perplexed. How else will Lucian see it if she doesn’t send it to him directly?
Based on what Jonathan said, it seems that Lucian has done much more for that woman’s sake! If this keeps up, they’re really going to end up together.
A look of disdain flashed in Aubree’s eyes when she heard the question, but she quickly suppressed it. “Lucian’s always known that I don’t get along with Roxanne, so if I send it even while remaining anonymous, he’s going to suspect me for sure.”
Frieda creased her brows and composed herself. “Then what should we do? Are we going to just watch that b*tch go after two guys at the same time?”
Aubree’s gaze darkened. “I have my own plans. We don’t necessarily have to let Lucian see these pictures.”
Sometimes, it’d be better having other people see them.
Frieda remained confused and was about to find out more when Aubree stood up and turned to leave.
An odd feeling surfaced in Frieda’s chest as she gazed at the empty seat before her with a frown.
All this while, she would share whatever she knew about the matters between Lucian and Roxanne with Aubree.
Yet to Aubree, Frieda was just a robot whose only job was to feed her information. She had never told her what she intended to do.
Frieda had no way of knowing what Aubree was thinking.
Aubree hopped into her car after walking out of the café, but instead of starting the engine, she remained seated and twiddled with her phone for a brief moment.
Before long, the words “Message sent successfully” appeared on her screen.
She then sat inside her vehicle for a while before making her way back to the Farwell residence.
I can’t wait to see the look on Sonya’s face when she receives that message!
Back at the Farwell residence, Sonya was in the middle of a yoga session when her phone vibrated.
Without a second thought, she grabbed her device and glanced at the screen, only to notice she had received a few text messages from an unknown number.
With a frown, the woman returned to the couch and clicked into the messages.
The first few photos she saw were those of her son standing with Roxanne and her three children at the entrance to a concert hall. They all appeared to get along well.
The other photos were of Roxanne and Jack chatting away merrily.
After going through all the media, Sonya grew so livid that her fingers trembled.
She couldn’t recall how many times she had warned her son to stay away from Roxanne.
Yet, as shown clearly in the photos, not only did he disregard her words, but he was also being played like a fool by Roxanne.
Aubree just so happened to return while Sonya was boiling with rage. A smug look appeared on the former’s eyes for a split second before she put on a concerned façade and sat down next to the older woman.
“What’s wrong, Mrs. Farwell? Why do you look so riled up?”
At that, Sonya turned around sharply to face the pleasant-looking lady, but she grew infuriated once again at the thought of the woman shown in the pictures.
Still, with her future daughter-in-law right in front of her, she knew she had to defend her son. “It’s nothing much. Go on upstairs and get some rest. I have some matters to take care of.”
Naturally aware of what Sonya was about to do, Aubree nodded and got back up on her feet to head upstairs.
Seeing Aubree return to her room, Sonya took out her phone to dial Lucian’s number. Her face clouded over again.
“What is it, Mom?” The man had just left the Queen residence and was about to drop by the office when he received an unexpected call from his mother.
“Where are you now?” Sonya asked, sounding displeased.
Lucian’s brows furrowed slightly. “I’m on my way to work.”
“I’ll relay whatever needs to be done to your father. I want you to come over this instant,” the woman demanded coldly.
Hearing the wrath in her voice, Lucian wanted to ask what was going on, but Sonya had already hung up by then.
Confusion rose within him as he gazed at his pitch-black screen, but he turned the car around and made his way to the Farwell residence as instructed.
“Mrs. Farwell is waiting for you, Mr. Farwell.” The butler came up to welcome him right away. “Mrs. Farwell is in a bad mood. Please be careful when you talk to her.”
Lucian nodded indifferently while striding into the living room.
He walked in to see his mother seated on the couch with her face in her hand.
She does look pretty mad.
“Mom, why did you want to see me so urgently?” Lucian asked solemnly as he sat down on the three-seated couch.
Sonya turned to glare at him as though she had just noticed him arrive. “You still have the cheek to call me your mom? Why didn’t you heed my warning?”
Lucian creased his brows upon hearing that. He had no idea what she was talking about.
The woman only became more enraged when she saw his clueless expression. “What on earth is going on between you and Roxanne?”
“She’s Essie’s biological mother.”
Seeing him continue to defend Roxanne made Sonya explode. “It’s because she’s Essie’s mother that I don’t want you to see her! Why are you so obsessed over a vile woman who abandoned her own daughter?”
Lucian had thought that his mother had summoned him over to talk about his marriage with Aubree. Little did he expect her to give him a lecture.
“There’s some kind of misunderstanding,” he replied while rubbing his temples.
“What misunderstanding?” Sonya spat icily.
Lucian found himself unable to answer to his mother.
All he knew was that there was a misunderstanding, but he still couldn’t point out what it was.
“That woman would do just about anything to get her way!” Sonya exclaimed. “She’d better not have abandoned Essie for her own future!”
Lucian’s expression turned grim. “I know what kind of person she is better than you do. I understand why you have your opinions about her, but you shouldn’t say such things without any solid proof.”
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.
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