Chapter 929: Teach Them a Lesson
Roxanne helped the children into the car and drove slowly away from the manor. Simultaneously, a thin man leaped from a large tree near the entrance, camera in hand.
After watching Roxanne's car depart, he casually entered his own vehicle, started the engine, and unlocked his phone.
Half an hour later, Aubree awoke and checked her phone. A text from her private investigator, who had been following Roxanne, instantly banished her sleepiness. She sat up and opened the message, revealing several overhead shots.
The pictures showed Roxanne carrying a small, pink suitcase—obviously Estella's—out of the mansion, followed by the three children. The suitcase's contents were unclear. A subsequent picture showed them arriving at a car; Roxanne opened the trunk.
Aubree zoomed in, scrutinizing every detail. Eventually, she spotted what appeared to be a tent, and further inspection revealed the trunk was packed with camping equipment.
Frowning, Aubree texted: "What are they doing?"
The detective replied: "I think I heard something about camping."
A grim expression crossed Aubree's face. "Looks like the bacterium incident didn't teach her a lesson," she muttered. "She still dares to be so close to Roxanne!" The more she looked at the smiling faces in the pictures, the darker her expression became.
She texted: "Follow them. Tell me their location."
The detective readily agreed. Aubree's gaze remained unusually cold as she studied the images. Lucian was absent, but that didn't mean he wasn't with them; perhaps he was traveling separately. Aubree was certain Lucian cared for Estella and harbored feelings for Roxanne.
The thought of the five of them enjoying themselves at a campsite ignited a furious rage within her. "Bitch! The mother and daughter are both bitches! If not for them, I would've been Lucian's wife long ago. This is unacceptable. I must teach them a lesson!"
This thought tightened her grip on her phone until her hand trembled. Moments later, she composed herself, noticing her sweat-drenched phone. With an expressionless face, she dialed a number, gave her instructions, hung up, and left the room.
Downstairs, Gina called out to Aubree, inviting her to breakfast, but Aubree seemed oblivious, walking straight out of the mansion. An uneasy feeling settled over Gina as she watched her daughter go.
Aubree started her car and drove toward the agreed-upon location. En route, her phone lit up with a message containing an address from the detective. Her rage intensified; she slammed her foot on the gas pedal.
Less than half an hour later, Aubree stopped at a remote intersection. She exited her vehicle, obtained a vial from a man there, returned to her car, and drove to the address.