?<strong>Chapter 926:</strong>


    No one had ever made such a deration to Alethea. And the person standing before her remained the man she had yearned for throughout the years.


    In Alethea’s perception, Kyson embodied angelic perfection. She reflexively assigned all me to Carrie. That woman must have corrupted Kyson’s judgment!


    Disregarding Alethea entirely, Kyson protectively ced his arm around Carrie. “I’ll apany you back to the office.”


    Carrie, also concerned that the seething Alethea might escte the situation, epted his offer with a gentle nod. “Okay, thank you, Kyson.”


    They walked past Alethea as though she were invisible, with Kyson never sparing her another nce.


    Alethea tracked their departing figures, her gaze hardening into something venomous and calcting. She clenched her fists until her knuckles nched, convinced that everything stemmed from Carrie—that insufferable woman. Since their initial encounter at the jewelry store, Carrie had been a persistent source of aggravation.


    Their paths seemed fated to collide in conflict!


    No matter. She would ensure that everyone who dared oppose her vanished from existence.


    With this resolution crystallizing in her mind, she hastened toward her reserved private room.


    Upon opening the door, she discovered a man already seated inside, indulging himself heartily in the meal.


    Noticing her entrance, he casually dabbed his mouth and remarked with a smirk. “These pretentious foreign dishes cost a fortune butck substance. The raw fish and meat are revoltingly greasy.”


    Alethea, making no effort to conceal her revulsion, positioned herself as far from him as possible and inquired coldly, “Did you uncover what I requested?”


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    The man scooped up a small dish of sea urchin and consumed it in one swift motion, muttering, “After our years of association, do you still doubt my capabilities?”


    After swallowing, he addressed Alethea unhurriedly. “Carrie’s former husband maintains a rtionship with a mistress named Lise. This woman harbors deeper hatred for Carrie than anyone alive. She once hired an assassin who shot Carrie.”


    Upon hearing this, Alethea spat furiously, “That bitch couldn’t even die properly after being shot!”


    The man’s lips curved upward. “If you’re seeking a pawn, this woman represents the perfect candidate. Even should sheter implicate you, no one would lend credence to her usations.”


    “Then cease this pointless dy. Facilitate this woman’s proximity to Carrie!” Alethea demanded impatiently.


    The man responded quietly, “The woman currently resides in a rather inconvenient location.”


    Alethea dismissed his concern with a wave. “What location?”


    He answered lightly, “Prison.”


    Kyson guided Carrie from the restaurant. Confirming that Alethea hadn’t pursued them, he withdrew his protective arm and apologized. “I’m truly sorry—I never anticipated you encountering such unpleasantness today. I hope it hasn’t dampened your spirits.”


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