Bella sighed softly.
They understood Wyatt well. If Wyatt knew that Shannon was the
mastermind, he might have sent someone to assassinate her.
Bella thought it was not an elegant solution. Killing someone meant you had to pay the price for it, so
they could get into trouble.
She could fight fairly and play dirty tricks, but dealing with a vicious woman like Shannon would require
her to pull out all the stops.
âAunt Celeste, look at this person. Do you recognize him?â
Bella held her phone and showed Celeste the culpritâs photo. Since the culprit was masked during the
attack, Celeste did not see his face.
âThis man⦠Heâ¦â
Celesteâs eyes gradually widened. âHis name is Adrian Sterling, an assistant at TS Channel. He often
ran errands around the TV stati
like serving drinks to the actors.â
âThat means heâs free to enter the TS headquarters, right?â
âThatâs not all. He also did some odd jobs on the set. When we don
have enough actors, he would jump in to be an extra.â
Celeste asked in confusion, âBella, what happened? Why are you suddenly asking about this man?â
Bella furrowed her brows. A chilling thought suddenly emerged in her mind.
Bella walked out of Celesteâs room with a gloomy and worried face.
âMs. Bella.â
A servant came up and said respectfully, âA young man is waiting for
you at the door for quite some time.â
Bellaâs heart skipped a beat as her palms started to sweat. She could
not help thinking about how Justin had looked when he stood facing
the wind and snow, patiently waiting for her.
âDid you tell anyone else?â Bella asked, her voice hoarse.
The servant answered, âNo. He asked me to only inform you privately instead of disturbing others,â
âGot it.â
Bella adjusted her breath and walked across the spacious courtyard, arriving at the door with a
throbbing heart.
Thump⦠Thumpâ¦
For some reason, although they had parted ways unpleasantly th day, she did not harbor much
resentment toward him. Instead, h heart was beating so fast that it was almost out of control.
Bella could not understand her own heart.
She pushed the door open and raised her gaze, her long lashes fluttering.
âBella.â
A gentle voice rang out with affection, sounding clear and pleasant.
However, Bellaâs hopeful heart was disappointed.
The man in front of her was holding an Akhal-Teke and staring at her
with a passionate gaze and warm smile. It was not Justin.
It was Christopher.
How could it not be Justin?