Chapter 984 - 512: I Don’t Need Men, I Need You (Part 2)

Thankfully, he still felt apologetic. Eliza Bell slowly fed that gem-like liquid into her mouth, and this fine wine unexpectedly tasted a bit bitter.

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Alexander King’s face was far from pleasant, having lost its usual calmness when Julian Carter arrived and was greeted with a seat.

"Victoria Diaz went abroad to South Korea and underwent a major plastic surgery. Now, even if she stands right before us, we can’t recognize her. Julian, we’re really in trouble this time. A woman may seem weak, but when twisted by hatred and jealousy, she’s far more terrifying than a strong man. That photo was placed by her. She told the manager of the furniture store that she liked the celebrity who had moved into the fifteenth floor, so wanted to visit. She just had to follow the movers in and could spend the night with them. No man would refuse that, so she made her way in. I estimate that when Joshua was drunk a few times, she followed him and sent him back to his apartment, probably getting the password and copying the door card then. We made a small oversight. If it weren’t for Joshua’s reminder, I wouldn’t have thought of this woman." Alexander’s head was pounding. His feeling was accurate; it was as if a huge hand was pushing these events forward like a snowball, both related and unrelated, all wanting Joshua Hughes and Avery Jane dead. And now it seems extremely hard to handle because they are in the open, while Victoria is in the shadows, an elusive threat.

An ex-secretary driven by love to hatred—it’s truly terrifying. It’s hard to imagine that a woman could become like this?

"What passport did she use to return?" Julian Carter took a cold breath, damn it, another issue involving women. He knew he should steer clear of them. His boss was too indulgent, attracting too many women, now seemingly all erupting at once. No wonder he considered taking Avery Jane abroad. This former secretary travelled abroad with the boss, had an ambiguous relationship, and was very aware of the boss’s every move, familiar with his lifestyle. All of this made it easier for her to act. But what’s her ultimate goal? Being with the boss is impossible now, is she trying to ruin the boss and Avery Jane? Women are truly terrifying...

"She sneaked back in. I’ve already had a sketch drawn based on the furniture store manager’s description, though how accurate it can be remains unknown." There would always be discrepancies, and now this woman was like a landmine buried beneath the surface, unknown where precisely, making each step perilous.

"Have all her friends’, classmates’, and relatives’ phones been monitored? She must have a place to stay, check any rentals across town during the time she returned, especially near the Hughes Clan. She wouldn’t stay in a hotel—single women residing long-term in hotels often raise suspicion." Julian Carter sipped on ice water, needing it to clear his mind for thinking. If Alexander King said she’s unrecognizable, then this woman surely made significant alterations to her face. Terrifying indeed.

:"Hopefully, we can resolve this whole issue before Joshua returns. I wonder how the affairs in Las Vegas are going? I know he fears no one, but visiting Tiger Geogre, can Big Head Geogre have other ideas? After all, going to Las Vegas now is highly sensitive, everyone knows the Twin Tigres are wrestling for territory—vying for the construction and management rights of a new super five-star hotel and casino." Alexander’s eyes darkened, with a strong premonition that his peaceful days with Joshua Hughes over the past two years might be coming to an end.

Alexander’s premonition was accurate. In less than two days, Joshua Hughes faced trouble in Las Vegas, implicated in a murder case, and upon resolving and returning, the world seemed to have changed once more.

The old Hughes Family residence remained as beautiful and serene as a castle, with all the servants quietly lined up on the steps in two rows, waiting for the master’s return.

Two cars approached from a distance, all heads lowered, as Hughes Family servants adhered to rules—only by respecting these could one serve in the strict Hughes Family for long. But lately, it seemed necessary to be busier, as the second Hughes brother’s wedding and the annual Hughes Clan’s eldest’s bride selection banquet seemed imminent, invites already sent to distinguished Chinese ladies’ hands selected carefully from Hughes Family. The housekeeper found himself in a tight spot; these affairs were orchestrated by the old elders of the clan, their calls reaching him, instructing preparations a week later. Yet, Miss Jane was still around, and if the housekeeper failed to understand Master’s intent, his decades of service as a housekeeper would be for naught. Nothing ever felt more challenging before—not offending the stubborn elder guardians of family rules was crucial, but displeasing the Master bore consequences that he understood better than anyone.