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    “Didn’t you already get evidence that Amoura is keeping someone in her house? Why not just tell Javier about it?” Phoebe said.


    “It’s not that simple. To make sure we solve the problem in one go, I’m going to observe a bit more,” Eileen dered. She didn’t believe Amoura would tantly keep a lover around. If she could detect this, that meant Amoura was hardly discreet. Javier must have noticed this as well.


    Was Javier really aware of this, or was Amoura plotting something? Eileen believed she needed to figure it out and avoid hasty decisions.


    Phoebe quipped with a grin, “I’ve never met anyone as clever as you. Amoura doesn’t stand a chance against you!”


    Eileen chuckled. “Thank you.”


    Although the incident seemed minor, Eileen didn’t take her eyes off it.


    The owner of the shop himself spoke with Amoura and made sure the sales assistant was not implicated. But the sales assistant’s job wouldn’t be easy from now on. Resignation seemed likely.


    Although Amoura buying clothes for a young man didn’t cause a huge stir at first, Eileen’s arrangements made the story quickly circte among high society. She knew that eventually, it would reach Javier’s ears. Eileen couldn’t wait to see how Javier would react.


    But before she could see that, Eileen’s hidden camera in the woods captured footage of the man leaving the house at night.


    The following morning, a car pulled up at the house. Eileen recognized it at once. It belonged to Javier’s associate.


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    “A diversion. I almost fell for her trick,” Eileen turned off the surveince footage and faced Bryan. “While I was watching her, she was keeping an eye on me as well. She knew my every move and managed to move the person out before I could expose her to Javier. This way, if I exposed the matter to Javier, Javier would trust her more and me me for trying to stir up trouble.”


    But Amoura hadn’t expected Eileen to pick up on the subtle cues and use the clothes-buying incident to gauge Javier’s reaction. After all, it was just rumors, not tangible proof.


    Without a word, Eileen sat up, slipped out of bed barefoot, and pulled back the curtains to survey the area. The nearest house from theirs sat fifty meters away. It had been home to an elderly couple who had moved to live with their children. The house was empty now.


    Before Eileen could think of something, Bryan swept her up in his arms.


    “The floor is cold,” he said. He ced Eileen gently back on the bed and slipped her feet into fluffy slippers.


    At the same time, Gabri stirred awake and wiggled to the edge of the bed with her little feet dangling. “My feet are cold, too.”


    Bryan tapped her soles yfully, making Gabri giggle. He helped her into her shoes, and she jumped down from the bed to give him a kiss on the cheek. Then, with a wide grin, she eximed, “Thank you, hubby!”


    “He’s my husband!” Eileen yfully stated. She had called Bryan “hubby” a few days ago, and Gabri had learned the nickname. She said it with more natural ir than Eileen had.


    “He’s my hubby!” Gabri eximed. She even paused at the door to make her case.


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