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Chapter 828

    Chapter 828


    Chapter 828 True Colors


    Frieda gave a perfunctory nod before turning around and entering her room. Only after watching her disappear behind the door


    did Jonathan walk downstairs. When he arrived at the backyard, he saw that Lucian was already chatting with Alfred.


    “| did that to save Dr. Jarvis from the predicament, so why are you thanking me?” Alfred gazed at Lucian in bafflement as the


    latter had started expressing his gratitude a short while into the conversation.


    Lucian maintained a polite mien in front of Alfred. After listening to the old man’s remark, he merely shed a faint smile. “I’m


    well-acquainted with Dr. Jarvis, so | think it is reasonable for me to thank you on her behalf.”N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.


    Alfred waved his hand nonchntly. “All | did was mention the truth. Dr. Jarvis saved my life. | should help her with this small


    favor.”


    After saying that, Alfred asked Lucian about his and Aubree’s marriage. “When do you n to settle down with Aubree? Both of


    you are not getting any younger, especially Aubree. After all, she’s a woman. She cannot afford to wait too long.”


    Lucian’s eyes darkened. He did not borate further on that matter in front of Alfred and merely responded with a courteous grin.


    Hearing Alfred bringing up the topic of Lucian’s wedding, Jonathan hurriedly moved forward to smooth things over.


    Soon, Jonathan managed to change the subject of the conversation. Lucian became disinterested in the discussion and began


    giving half-hearted responses.


    Comprehending his state of mind, Alfred waved his hand and said, “I’m getting a little tired. | want to go upstairs and rest now.


    You two can carry on.”


    Upon hearing that, Lucian and Jonathan bade farewell to Alfred respectfully. Jonathan then apanied Lucian to the manor


    entrance and saw him off.


    As soon as he returned to the mansion, Jonathan saw Frieda, who hade downstairs and was prepared to head out.


    Ahint of panic shed across her face when she saw her brother, but she swiftly suppressed her anxiety. “Jonathan, why are you


    back so soon? Has Lucian left?”


    Jonathan regarded her with an inquisitive gaze before nodding indifferently. “Where are you going?”


    “|...greed to meet up with my friend to go shopping.” Forcing a calm smile, she strode past him warily while clinging to her


    bag as she spoke. “If there’s nothing else, I''ll take my leave now. My friend is waiting for me.”


    Jonathan frowned and reminded her, “Remember what | said. Don’t have any ideas.”


    Frieda smiled at him sheepishly and hastily left the mansion.


    Inside a café, a cup of coffee that had turned cold was ced in front of Aubree. She was gazing downward at her phone screen


    with a scornful expression.


    Disying on the screen was a series of pictures featuring Roxanne, Jack, and the others having their meal not long ago.


    As depicted in the photo, four people were present, yet Roxanne had chosen to walk side by side with Jack. They appeared to


    be chatting happily and were even neglecting Hector.


    In the following few pictures, Jack could be seen opening the car door for Roxanne chivalrously while she stood beside the car


    and smiled faintly. The two of them looked like a match made in heaven.


    Taking into ount the photos taken by the public previously, I’m afraid no one will believe nothing is going on between Roxanne


    and Jack.


    Aubree sneered coldly as she stared the pictures.


    That b*tch, Roxanne. How dare she leaves Lucian hanging while flirting with Jack on the side? I’m never letting her off the hook


    now that I’ve caught her red-handed. | want Lucian to see that b*tch’s true colors!
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