Chapter 1511

“As a matter of fact, I still don’t know why Lucian called off your engagement,” Shawn stated, his gaze fixed on her.

Hearing this, Aubree relaxed. Hope flickered in her eyes. “Is there nothing going on between you and Roxanne?”

Surprised, Shawn retorted, “Why would you think there is?”

Aubree breathed a sigh of relief, then unleashed her pent-up resentment. “If it weren’t for that bitch, I would have been Mrs. Farwell by now! I’ll never forgive her!”

Shawn’s silence followed the change in her expression. A faint smile played on his lips. “I can help you.”

Aubree’s heart skipped a beat. A calculating glint seemed to flash in Shawn’s eyes.

He grew weary of pretense. “I can arrange your departure from the country, but you must listen to my instructions upon arrival. It may be difficult, so I can’t guarantee compliance.”

Desperate to escape, Aubree readily agreed. “Sure! I’ll do anything if you can help me!”

An agreement was reached. Shawn’s tone softened. “I’ll ensure safe passage. I hope you won’t disappoint me.”

“Thank you so much.” Aubree’s eyes gleamed with determination and vengefulness.

Frieda, having hidden outside, dreaded confronting the pair inside. Too afraid to leave alone, she finally entered the mansion.

“Aubree, how did it go?” she asked cautiously.

Aubree’s expression answered her; relief washed over Frieda.

“Why did you leave?” Aubree’s glare was icy. “When I was in trouble, you abandoned me to face that lunatic alone. If I weren’t leaving the country, I’d reprimand you.”

Frieda smiled placatingly. “I was investigating,” she explained. “The Farwells filed a police report, but with this gentleman’s help, you won’t have to worry.”

A grim look spread across Aubree’s face. The Farwells called the police! “Why is Lucian so heartless? My family is in ruins, and he won’t stop! It’s all that bitch’s fault. She must have told him something! Roxanne Jarvis, I’ll teach you a lesson when I return!”

Frieda felt a chill. “Aubree, you’re leaving soon; let it go. Why—”

“Shut up! You know nothing,” Aubree interrupted. “I’ll be back! I won’t let that bitch off easily.”

Before Frieda could respond, Shawn descended the stairs, having dispatched his subordinate. Ignoring Frieda, he addressed Aubree. “We have no time. My subordinate awaits, Ms. Pearson. You may depart now.”

Aubree rose and left the mansion. Frieda, unwilling to remain, followed. Outside, she watched as Aubree was escorted into a sleek black car by a darkly clad man. The car sped away, leaving Frieda behind.