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Tried 305

    <b>Chapter </b><b>305 </b>


    Aubree smiled. “I’ve never denied <b>your </b><b>help</b><b>, </b><b>Bowen</b><b>. </b><b>Honestly</b><b>, </b><b>getting </b><b>you </b><b>on </b>board? That’s a <b>skill</b><b>, </b><b>too</b><b>, </b>and I <b>own </b>that. <b>They </b>don’t buy my whole e-merce thing? Fine. I’ll show <b>them</b><b>. </b><b>I’m </b><b>still </b>gonna build something <b>real </b>my <b>way</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>


    “Still<b>, </b>bad <b>press </b>could <b>have </b>some <b>impact</b><b>,</b><b>” </b><b>Kelvin </b>cautioned.


    <b>They </b><b>were </b>businesspeople, <b>not </b>celebrities <b>living </b>under the spotlight. And most <b>of </b>the time, sticking <b>to </b>basic <b>integrity </b>was enough <b>to </b>stay on steady ground. But that didn’t mean they <b>could </b>brush off every minor scandal. Even <b>the </b>small stuff could still stir up trouble.


    Aubree <b>wasn’t </b>fazed. “Then <b>we’ll </b>just make our rtionship public.”


    The reporters could so <b>easily </b>stir up the rumors <b>for </b><b>two </b>main reasons. First<b>, </b>many <b>were </b>eager to see Aubree fall. And second, there had already been tabloid talk that something <b>was going </b>on between her and Bowen.


    By openly announcing their rtionship, she could put an end to most of the trouble. And once GrabCheap took off and proved the naysayers wrong, all of this would just <b>be </b>one more <b>badge </b><b>of </b>honor on the road to making it.


    Aubree moved <b>fast</b><b>. </b>She arranged <b>for </b>reporters <b>to </b><b>take </b>photos of her and Bowen together, and both PR teams promptly announced their rtionship.


    The online rumors became old news <b>before </b>long.


    Feeling guilty for dragging them into the mess, Kurtis offered an olive branch–he pitched a partnership on Aubree’s Zappy project. Easy money was hard to turn down, and Aubree agreed. So Carr Group and Bree Technology <b>were </b>officially in business together.


    Then Kurtis handed <b>over </b><b>a </b>photo. <b>“</b>When Alice came to me about working together, I figured I shouldn’t just take her word for it, so I had my people run a background check on Gordon.


    “They found this couple. They’ve been supplying him with flowers at the market for years. You said you <b>were </b>out of leads over there, right? Sure, Gordon might run, but if this couple were just regr vendors, why would they need to vanish too?”


    The couple in the photo looked to be in their sixties <b>or </b>seventies, but their eyes didn’t look that age; they <b>were </b>sharp, glinting with a cold, chilling light.


    “So familiar…” Aubree murmured, her <b>gaze </b>fixed intently on the photo as she searched for any clue that might jog her memory.


    She wondered, ‘Why does this feel <b>so </b>familiar? Like I’ve seen it before, but not in a good way. It turns my stomach a little and kind of scares me.


    Bowen asked, “Do you mind if I <b>take </b>this photo with me?”


    “Be my guest.” Kurtis waved it off. That photo wasn’t any use to him; he <b>was </b>just passing it along as a favor.


    Bowen’s first move was to snap a photo of it and send it to Mark. “I’ll have Mark look into this.”


    Mark replied right away: [<b>Wait</b>.]


    Mark: [You’ve been looking into them too?]


    Bowen: [What do you mean?]


    Mark: [This couple. They’re the human traffickers from back then.]


    Bowen’s eyes widened in shock, and his muscles tensed up. He thought, ‘Are they the human <b>traffickers </b>who kidnapped Bree and caused the deaths of Bryan and his wife?”


    Aubree nced over, curiosity in her eyes. “What did he say?” He quickly flipped his phone <b>face </b>down<b>, </b>not wanting her to see the messages.


    “Nothing Bowen replied, keeping his voice even. <b>“</b>Mark said he’d look into it.


    She didn’t suspect <b>a </b>thing. Looking <b>at </b>her<b>, </b>he asked, “Bree<b>, </b><b>are </b><b>you </b><b>sure </b>they just seem familiar to <b>you</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>


    “Yeah? <b>What’s </b>up<b>?</b><b>” </b>she said.


    “Nothing,” Bowen replied, looking <b>away</b><b>. </b>Then he thought, This <b>doesn’t </b>make <b>sense</b><b>. </b>How could Bree <b>just </b>find them <b>vaguely </b>familiar? Those faces should be burned into her memory. Anyone else would be haunted for life.


    He asked cautiously, “Bree, <b>how </b>much <b>do </b>you still remember about the kidnapping years ago?”


    Aubree gave a wry smile. <b>“</b>Honestly, I <b>was </b>so shaken up back then, and with the fever, <b>I </b>just forgot everything.”


    15


    Kit a secrstid, her answer cased his mind. Then the doubt crept back in–maybe forgetting was a blessing alter
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