Chapter 1477
At that moment, Lucian, having finished his work at the Farwell residence, was about to call Roxanne. Since Estella was staying with Roxanne, he often used this as a pretext to call. He picked up his phone when a message from an unknown number appeared. He frowned and opened it. Several pictures loaded, taken in a dimly lit bar, making details difficult to discern. However, Aubree was clearly visible, intimately close to a man, sipping from his drink. Subsequent pictures showed them leaving together. Lucian’s eyes gleamed with disdain. The Pearson family was in disarray, yet Aubree was partying as if nothing had happened. He wondered if this behavior was typical of her six-year relationship with him. He saved and forwarded the pictures to his mother, Sonya, needing no explanation; he felt the images spoke for themselves. Afterwards, he called Roxanne, discussing Estella to mask his true reason for calling.
Early the next morning, Aubree awoke in a hotel room with a throbbing hangover and a feeling of sluggishness. The unfamiliar surroundings caused her to frown. As she started to rise, she realized with a shock that she was naked and bruised, her back and waist aching. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the marks on her body. The events of the previous night became horrifyingly clear. She clutched the blanket, panic rising, unable to recall anything, not even the man she had been with. Just as her panic intensified, the door opened. She pulled the blanket around herself defensively, attempting to appear composed.
A tall, handsome man entered, his face lighting up with an ambiguous smile at the sight of her. "I should have been there next to you," he said, approaching the bed. "What a shame I missed such a beautiful moment." He stood beside her, his almond-shaped eyes narrowing in satisfaction, seemingly reminiscing.
"It's you!" Aubree's gut feeling confirmed her suspicion that he was the man from the previous night. She clutched the blanket tighter. "Who are you? Who sent you here?"
He merely stared, licking his lips greedily, his eyes glinting coldly. "No need to be tense, Ms. Pearson. I'm not easily controlled. Perhaps I simply desired your beauty?"
Aubree stared, distrust evident in her expression. "I don't care who you are! Leave now and forget last night, or you won't live to see another day!"
He shrugged almost regretfully, leaning down. His black shirt opened slightly, revealing his toned chest as he lowered his head, his nonchalance radiating. Even Aubree couldn't avert her gaze.