Chapter 1509

“So? Have you devised a plan, Aubree?” Frieda’s anxiety mounted with each passing moment.

Aubree’s jaw tightened as a thought struck her. “Have you investigated the man from that night?”

Frieda’s eyes widened. “You’re going to ask him for help? Didn’t you say he’s in league with Roxanne? What if he betrays you?”

Determination hardened Aubree’s gaze. “It’s the only way! The man exuded an unusual aura; I’m sure he’s powerful.”

“But… why would someone like him work for Roxanne?” Frieda’s confusion was evident.

“Did you investigate or not?” Aubree snapped, her patience fraying.

Frieda nodded hesitantly. “I checked the surveillance footage and located his residence.”

“Take me there!” Aubree declared.

Seeing Aubree’s resolve, Frieda complied. They hailed a taxi and provided the driver with the address. The motel receded in the distance.

The taxi soon stopped before a mansion.

“This is it, but I’m not sure if he usually stays here,” Frieda said.

Aubree, having no time for deliberation, flung open the car door and exited. The mansion was brightly lit, clearly occupied. Relief washed over her, but it was fleeting. The grim purpose of her visit returned, hardening her expression.

Frieda rang the doorbell. An intercom crackled to life. “Who is it?”

Frieda glanced at Aubree.

“I’m looking for the owner. Tell him a woman with the surname Pearson is here to speak with him. He’ll know who I am,” Aubree replied coolly.

A grunt acknowledged her request. After a brief silence, the voice instructed, “The door is open. Come in.”

A click announced the door's opening. Aubree entered, her face impassive. She saw the man lounging on a couch.

“Ms. Pearson, why the late-night visit? Don't tell me you can't forget that night,” the man said flippantly, ignoring Frieda’s presence. He rose and approached Aubree.

“What are you talking about?” Hatred blazed in Aubree’s eyes. “How dare you mention that night? If it weren’t for—ugh! I want to tear you apart for what you’ve done!”

Shawn raised an amused eyebrow. “If it weren’t for what? If I’m not mistaken, that’s the reason for your visit, Ms. Pearson. Am I right?”

Aubree glared. “I need your help to leave the country!”

Shawn scoffed. “Seeking my assistance, are we? Ms. Pearson, your past authority doesn't excuse this manner of requesting help.” His gaze swept over Frieda. “The Farwell and Pearson families have called off the engagement, yet Ms. Queen remains friends with Ms. Pearson. How interesting.”

Frieda met his gaze. A vivid memory surfaced: years ago, Jonathan had brought her to a national business conference where she’d met this man. Though not as renowned as Lucian, he possessed considerable influence and could easily assist Aubree.