Zander sensed Giselle's gaze on him.For some reason, he felt a chill run down his back, and he had an ominous feeling in his gut.However, he thought that he was overthinking.He didn't know Giselle at all, and today was the first time they'd met. Why would she be hostile toward him? Besides, he hadn't done anything yet, had he?Zander felt good about himself, and he sat back down next to Elena. The two of them flirted like a young couple in love. If Giselle hadn't known some of the details in advance, she might even have envied their puppy love. Giselle looked at Elena's rosy cheeks and suddenly asked, "Is your name Elena?"When Elena heard Giselle say her name, she was startled and took a moment to react.After a while, she nodded. "Yes. Do you know me?"Giselle did not nod nor shake her head. She used Harry as a decoy instead. "Harry mentioned you while we were on the way here."Harry was rendered speechless. When had he ever mentioned Elena?Besides, why would he ment
Harry retorted bluntly, "Who else would she be if not my sister?"Zander frowned. "Harry, why are you so aggressive today?"Zander was in his third year of university and was only 21 years old. He had a pretty good relationship with his cousin, Brody, so they often hung out together. Naturally, he would meet people around Brody's age and eventually become friends with them. Harry was one such example.Harry hadn't spoken to him like that in the past, and Zander was now confused. Before he could press Harry for an answer, his phone began vibrating.He glanced at the screen at once, and his girlfriend, Elena, piped up from next to him. "Zander, who's calling you?"Zander felt rather guilty, but he forced himself to appear calm as he said, "It's a random person. It's nobody."Elena was not suspicious at all. She wholeheartedly trusted everything her boyfriend said. She looked very demure with long, straight hair and straight-cut bangs. She had big eyes that shone brightly. W
Mabel nodded. She sat in the car on tenterhooks as she waited for Giselle to return.The bar was newly renovated, and it was slightly different from the ones Giselle had previously visited. It would be more accurate to call it a lounge bar. It did not have a large dance floor, typical of regular bars. All it had was a podium where musicians could play and sing. It had officially opened the day before, and the patrons who were sitting at the bar and drinking during the day were all young men and women. There was a convivial atmosphere. Giselle sent Harry a message that read, "Which floor are you on?"Harry replied, "Giselle, I'm on the second floor. I'll come out and get you."Giselle climbed up the stairs and bumped into Harry, who had come out to meet her. Harry looked behind her. "Didn't Madam Jett come with you?""No." Giselle then asked, "Has everyone arrived?""Yes."Harry thus led Giselle inside. She looked around and saw that most of the people sitting inside the
It happened to be a Saturday, so there was no school today. That was why Mabel had time to come and see Giselle.Giselle nodded. "We'll go and pick her up first."Sometimes, the impact of seeing something with one's own eyes was much stronger than proof in black and white. It was also far more convincing than hearing about it from someone else. Lovestruck fools needed tough love. It didn't matter how big the dose was. It just had to work. Mabel called her daughter, but the latter said that it would not be convenient to meet today as she had arranged to go out with her friends. Mabel said, "Ms. Stone, Elena says that she's not at school…"Giselle understood at once. "She must have gone to see that wealthy heir."After all, "going out with friends" was the usual excuse that most students used.The truth was that she was on an intimate date with her boyfriend. Giselle stopped the car under a tree. She was about to send a message to the private detective with whom she often
"Ms. Stone, you were behind that incident with Angela, weren't you?"Perry got straight to the point.Compared to previous times, he sounded exhausted. His Maybach was parked by the side of the street, and the streetlamps shone down on it, making its shadow fall on the pavement. It was a dark night, and crickets were chirping in the trees. When she heard his accusatory question, Giselle was rather surprised by how blunt Perry was being. It seemed that he wasn't that foolish.Still, it was a pity. "What do you mean by that, Mr. Lawson? How can you slander me without proof? I can demand that you compensate me for emotional damage, you know."A smile played on Giselle's lips. Perry was silent for a few seconds. He was breathing heavily, and Giselle could hear it clearly over the phone. His expression was dark with suppressed emotions. On the other end of the line, Giselle was in no hurry to hang up. She took her shoes off and got into bed, then propped a pillow up against
As a frown began to form on Perry's face, the female police officer nearest to him rose from her seat.She soon returned with Angela in tow. Angela's fingers dug into her palms when she saw Perry's elegant features. She did her best to calm herself and said in a sickly-sweet voice, "Perry!"The onlookers felt their hair standing on end from how cringeworthy it was. How could Angela address him so affectionately after what she had done behind his back?Wasn't she afraid that she would be exposed and that he'd beat her up for it?Everyone was judging her inwardly.As Angela took Perry's arm, the female police officer came up to them with the bail slip and asked Perry to sign it.It was Angela's first time at the police station, and she had no idea what the procedures were like. She had begged the police not to tell Perry the specifics of the incident when they called to notify him. Therefore, she had no idea that the reason she had been arrested would be written as clear as