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Tried 515

    <b>Chapter </b>515


    You have dialed <b>is </b>temporarily unavable, please try againter…<b>” </b>


    “You <b>have </b>dialed…


    You…


    Alice clutched her phone, <b>eyes </b>filled with shattered despair. He left. He abandoned her again.


    <b>‘</b>Aubree…


    Kyler’s final words echoed in her mind. “I don’t want to lie to you anymore. I <b>was </b>sent by Ms. Miller to approach you.”


    Alice thought. Yes, he wouldn’t leave me. He just doesn’t want to keep lying to me.‘


    She thought it was Aubree’s fault. Aubree was malicious and wanted to humiliate her. Maybe even Ronald knowing about Kyler <b>was </b>also Aubree’s doing.


    Alice clenched her hand tightly. There <b>was </b>still a chance. She knew where he might be.


    She had to go find Aubree.


    Outside the Bree Technology Building.


    Alice ignored the receptionist’s obstruction. “Get out of the way! I’m Aubree’s mother! She must see me! Tell Aubree toe down and see me!”


    Her hair was disheveled, her expression manic, visibly mentally unstable. She looked nothing like the dignifieddy of the Wilson family.


    The receptionist said, “<b>Mrs. </b>Wilson, please calm down. You don’t have an appointment. Ms. Miller is busy. Maybe you could wait a moment?”


    The receptionist had a splitting headache. She never imagined she’d have to deal with such an unreasonable, crazy woman, and with a powerful background no less<b>. </b>She couldn’t be too harsh, afraid she might get hurt.


    Security struggled to hold Alice back as curious employees stopped to watch the drama, whispering among themselves.


    At any other time, Alice would’ve died from embarrassment in such a scene. But not now. Even if Ronald found out, she only nned to send someone out of Rithol City.


    She just wanted to see Aubree. Nothing else mattered.


    The receptionist had no choice but to send word to Vincent.


    He said, “Sorry to interrupt, Ms. Miller. Mrs. Wilson is downstairs<b>, </b>causing a scene. She wants to <b>see </b>you.”


    Aubree, in the middle <b>of </b><b>a </b>meeting, had expected Alice toe looking for her, just not this quickly.


    ‘She came straight <b>here as </b>soon as she got the news<b>?</b><b>‘ </b>Aubree thought.


    She smiled yfully. “Take over for me. Record the minutes carefully. I’ll go have a look.”


    “By the <b>way</b>, Ms. Miller, Vincent said.


    He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Someone’s tailing her.”


    “Probably Ronald’s people. Figures, Aubree thought.


    Given Ronald’s character, no matter what he said out loud, it <b>was </b>certain he’d be watching Alice.


    “Get out of the <b>way</b>! Try touching me and see what happens<b>!</b>” Alice only regretted not bringing bodyguards. Otherwise, she would’ve forced her way in<b>. </b>


    “Let her through.” The elevator doors opened just <b>as </b>Aubree stepped out and saw the chaotic scene.


    The receptionist finally moved aside<b>, </b>allowing Alice to pass.


    Aubree looked at her and suddenly smiled. “You’ve <b>always </b>looked down on me, haven’t <b>you</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>


    <b>She </b>added, “I’ve cried in front <b>of </b><b>you</b><b>. </b>I begged and showed <b>you </b>every pitiful side of me. But it seems I’ve rarely seen you in such a pitiful <b>state</b>.<b>” </b><ol start="15"><li>15.</li></ol>


    Alice red at her, <b>eyes </b>full of hatred. “<b>It </b><b>was </b>you, wasn’t <b>it</b><b>? </b>I know everything now. You did it on purpose. You wanted to see me humiliated!”


    <b>“</b><b>As </b>a matter of fact<b>, </b>I did see you humiliated,” Aubree replied indifferently.


    Alice nearly passed out from rage. Aubree was just a tool, someone she gave birth to so Carmen could return to her side!


    Alice snapped, “Your return to the Wilson family was a mistake from the beginning<b>!</b>”


    Aubree chuckled. “What you really want to say is why am I still standing in front of you, right?”


    Alice froze. “What do you mean?”


    Aubree stepped closer. Having grown up in an orphanage and often starved even after returning to the Wilson family, she was severely malnourished, shorter than Alice.


    But each step she took forward made Alice feel like her body was being controlled, unconsciously retreating.


    Alice could feel it clearly. She was intimidated by Aubree’s aura.


    Even if her mind told her she was the mother, she should be in control, her legs acted on their own. Aubree stepped closer, and she stepped back.


    Among the onlookers, someone quietly pulled out their phone and pressed the record button. The guards, fearing the situation would escte, began dispersing the crowd and forbidding any recordings.


    Aubree didn’t care. She <b>wasn’t </b>the one who would be embarrassed. The Wilson family wouldn’t allow the news to spread anyway.


    “What do I mean?<b>” </b>Aubree smiled.


    She said, “There was a rumor recently that I had been kidnapped. It waster rified that my friend took the hit for me. The kidnappers <b>were </b>initially ruled to havemitted suicide by poisoning.”


    She continued, “Alice, there’s something I didn’t say. When I was kidnapped at <b>five</b>, the trauma was <b>so </b>severe that I lost all memory of the event. I only knew I had been kidnapped.”


    She added, “Coincidentally, when I saw that kidnapper’s facest time<b>, </b>everything came back to me.”


    By now, the crowd had mostly been dispersed, with only a few non–Bree Technology outsiders lingering.


    Aubree continued, “I also heard something from the kidnapper, something truly disgusting. He said, ‘A biological mother actually arranged for her daughter to be kidnapped.””


    She asked, “Now tell me. Who do you think the mother and daughter are?”


    Alice turned pale. She had only dared to order those two to do <i>it </i>because Aubree had forgotten all the details, like what the kidnappers looked like, everything.


    After all, she and Timothy were already in the same boat. For such a serious crime, naturally, she used people she could “trust.”


    “You’re talking nonsense! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Alice’s voice suddenly rose. People tended to raise their voices when nervous <b>or </b>guilty.


    Aubree smirked. It didn’t matter if Alice didn’t understand. Someone else would. Her eyes swept over those lingering <b>few </b>who still hadn’t left.


    She had considered telling Ronald directly that Alice had hired someone to abduct her. She revealed the secret of Carmen’s identity.


    But now the timing was just about right. If Ronald broke with Alice, the Diamonde family would desperately try to support Carmen, and the Wilson family would be torn apart.


    But knowing Ronald’s personality, if she took the initiative to say it, he would suspect her, even if he knew it was true. He might think she forged the evidence or exaggerated the story. That would be counterproductive.


    Suspicious people only believe what they discover for themselves.


    Suspicious people like Ronald only <b>ever </b>trust what they uncover on their own.


    In orchestrating the Kyler incident, she was certain Ronald would monitor Alice. If Alice<b>, </b>emotionally disturbed, went to confront her, then Ronald could “identally” learn the truth of the past.


    As Aubree smiled at her<b>, </b>Alice became <b>even </b>more terrified.


    She hadpletely forgotten why she came. She didn’t expect Aubree to know about that.


    <b>2/3 </b>


    <b>2:34 </b>PM


    Alice backed away step by step. You’re lying! I don’t understand. I don’t understand anything you’re saying! You must be trying to trick me!”


    Alice shook her head, her hair a mess, her eyes bloodshot. She lookedpletely insane.


    She turned and hurried <b>away</b>. “I have to get out of here. It’s all Aubree’s trap. She’s trying to destroy me!”
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