Chapter 1051:
âI understand!â Knowing that he had no leverage to stand on, Conroy had no choice but to tell the truth. âI saw Kamila around the area on the day you went missing, so she must be involved somehow,â he said.
It turned out his clue was not even definitive evidence! It was just an empty admission that did nothing but make Eileen angrier.
When Eileen got into the car later, she reclined against the seat, lost in thought. âWho could I have possibly offended to end up in this situation?â
âYou are actually quite lucky,â Bryan said, analyzing the situation. âYou were just an infant when you were abducted. Fortunately, the mastermind only sold you.â What Bryan left unsaid was that the mastermind could have chosen to kill her, and no one would have been able to stop them.
âSo I should thank that person?â Eileen sneered. She slumped against Bryan. âItâs Kamila again.â
Bryan allowed Eileen to rest her head on his shoulder and drove directly back to their place.
As they entered the villa area late at night, they noticed that the villa where Conroy and his family had once resided was illuminated, with a multitude of people visible inside.
As they drew closer, Eileen sat up straight and noticed a truck parked by the side of the road, loaded with an assortment of furniture in various sizes.
Just as the car passed the truck, Eileenâs eyes unexpectedly locked onto Giannaâs.
Without warning, the car stopped, and Eileen looked at Bryan with a curious expression, silently asking why they had paused there.
gⱯlnÏνððsâ¤com is your storytelling haven âWhy donât we greet our old acquaintance? We can also use the chance to embarrass her.â Bryan lowered the car window and inclined his body toward Eileen, his amused gaze on Gianna. âMrs. Finch, are you moving in the middle of the night?â
Gianna stared at Bryan, at a loss for words.
Eileen pressed her lips together, her body shaking as she grasped her clothes firmly to hold back her laughter. In an instant, Bryanâs broad palm wrapped around Eileenâs, and he slanted his eyes, waiting for Giannaâs reply.
How could Gianna have the courage to provoke him? She could only force a smile. âYes.â
âHave you sold the villa?â Bryan had zero intentions of letting her off easily.
âYes,â Gianna replied.
âI heard the villa was sold for less than its worth. What a shame. Letâs be realistic, at your age, itâs not like you can easily recover financially. Mr. Finch is bound to end up behind bars anyway. Whether you help him pay off the debt or not, it wonât make a difference. Ten years or twenty years in prison, itâs all the same.â Bryanâs words were deliberately hurtful, intended to drive a wedge between Gianna and Conroy.
Eileen struggled to suppress her giggles, and in an attempt to compose herself, she pinched Bryanâs waist. But he remained calm, his gaze fixed on Gianna.
Giannaâs face turned livid, but she still managed to say, âWe are a couple.â
âI really admire your affection for him!â Bryan replied mockingly, cutting off the rest of her reply. Then, he stepped on the gas and drove away.
Gianna stood there, staring at the spot where the car had been. Bryanâs thinly veiled insults and sarcasm left her speechless, unable to string together a thought. But more than that, hearing Eileen laugh hurt her pride and made her extremely furious. With her face red with embarrassment, she finally snapped out of shock and turned around to shout, âHurry up and get them out! What if someone shows up and stops us from moving?â
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