<b>Chapter </b><b>593 </b>


    The real problem was still Carmen. Aubree felt that they were making a scene for nothing, and Carmen had only gotten a mild beating Aubree probably just figured they weren’t being sincere at all.


    “I just did not pick the right time. Next time, I’d do it right and finally get her to forgive me. Trevor thought, lying to himself as always


    Aubree didn’t bother to care about how he felt. She shot a nce at Ronald, whose face was dark and menacing. He probably understood by now, so it looked like it was finally time to hand over thest bit of information she had on Alice and Carmen.


    Aubree felt that Ronald could not be fully trusted. Thus, she had naturally kept some information from Ronald when she uncovered the truth about Carmen’s background and Alice’s past.


    Aubree was worried that if she had told Ronald everything, he would just rush to confront them, get manipted, and end up thinking Aubree was the one scheming to turn against each other, such that he’d never believe any of it.


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    Ronald only trusted what he found and saw for himself.


    Aubree shifted her gaze from Ronald to Trevor and asked, “You should let me go now, right? Or are you nning to keep me here under house arrest until I forgive you?”


    Trevor pressed his lips together. He knew it wasn’t realistic to keep Aubree here forever, especially with Bowen watching like a hawk outside. But Trevor simply could not bring himself to let her go so easily.


    “It’s alreadyte. Why don’t you just stay here for tonight? You haven’t been back in a long time, and your room’s been redecorated and kept spotless. You can sleep there,” Trevor suggested.


    He didn’t even realize it, but his voice


    <i>was </i><i>full </i>of caution.


    Just as Trevor was about to pull his usual stunt and force Aubree to stay, there was a knock at the Wilson family’s front door.


    ‘At this time of night, could it be Bowen?‘ Trevor thought as he nced over.


    Aubree seemed to have guessed as much too, and a visible smile crept onto her face.


    Sure enough, when the butler opened the door, the bodyguard’s nervous face showed up first. Before the bodyguard could even speak, Bowen had already stepped out from behind him, with Ethan and Samson following close behind. There was ice in Bowen’s eyes, but when he saw Aubree standing there safe and sound, some of the tension finally melted away.


    “Trevor, <i>you </i>brought my girlfriend home and didn’t even give me a heads–up? Had me worried sick out here,” Bowen said, half–joking, half- exasperated.


    Bowen let out a sigh, acting so at ease you’d think he was part of the family. It was like he owned the ce.


    Trevor’s face grew even colder. “Mr. Turner, if I recall correctly, this is my house.”


    The implication was clear. Trevor was trying to warn Bowen that he was just a guest and he should not get too co


    ble.


    Bowen’s smile disappeared in a sh. “Oh, is that so? Funny, because I distinctly remember Bree saying repeatedly <b>that </b><b>she </b>wants <b>nothing </b><b>to </b><i>do </i>with you people. Is forcing others into things they hate a Wilson family specialty?”


    “I missed my sister and brought her home. Don’t you think you’re meddling a bit too much for an outsider<b>, </b><b>Mr. </b>Turner?” Trevor <b>shot </b><b>back</b>.


    ‘Does he really think he can just walk into my house and take Aubree away from me?‘ Trevor thought, refusing <b>to </b><b>believe </b><b>Bowen </b><b>could </b>actually pull it off right under his nose.


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    Bowen let out a cold, mockingugh, eyes full of contempt. He strode forward, took Aubree’s hand<b>, </b><b>and </b>said<b>, </b><b>“</b>is that sn? Then I’d live to see how you n on stopping me.”


    With that, Bowen started leading Aubree toward the door. Trevor instantly signaled the bodyguards to block their way, while Ethan and Samson squared up, ready for trouble. Ronald didn’t step in. Although he, too, wanted Aubree to stay, he was not going to go head to wad with Bowen in public. So he just let Trevor take the lead, silently giving his tacit approval.


    Just as both sides looked ready to throw down, the roar of an engine suddenly shattered the tense standoff.


    Everyone nced toward the entrance as a Maybach came to a smooth stop, with a motorcycle pulling up right behind it.


    Nina swung one leg off her bike, parked it, took off her helmet, and let out a whistle. “Now this is what I call lively.”


    Mark stepped out of the Maybach.