Chapter 423 - 402: Do You Want Lucas Hughes Dead? (2)

"There’s probably no point in saying any of this now. From now on, there’s no possibility between Alexander Johnson and me."

"Moreover, on the day I negotiated with the Old Sir of the Johnson Family, Alexander Johnson was listening behind the screen in the living room. He heard everything I said clearly. In the end, he only said to the Old Sir of the Johnson Family one sentence, telling him to handle your marriage as he sees fit."

After Chloe Simpson finished speaking, Selene Wilson turned her head suddenly to look at her.

Chloe was stunned, never expecting Selene Wilson to have such a reaction.

Especially that look in her eyes, Chloe thought she must have seen it wrong.

Clearly, the arranged marriage between the Wilson Family and the Johnson Family was decided long ago.

Even if Selene Wilson felt this was a family alliance and the two were not truly in love, she shouldn’t be so resistant.

No, to be more precise, it was hatred.

At that moment, Chloe saw hatred in Selene Wilson’s eyes.

Chloe was utterly shocked.

Why?

While she was still puzzled, Selene suddenly chuckled.

And the hatred in Selene’s eyes disappeared with the smile.

No trace of it could be seen.

Chloe thought she must have seen it wrong.

Selene might have rejected the commercial marriage, but she shouldn’t harbor such hatred.

Besides, Selene’s past actions have proved.

Selene still wanted to marry Alexander Johnson.

Even though many of her actions were perplexing.

But that should be the pride unique to ladies of such prestigious families.

They were pampered from a young age, living a life of luxury, surrounded by adoration.

How could they tolerate their marriage partner having another woman?

Yes, exactly, that’s how it should be.

Logically, it should be like this.

Chloe dismissed her last bit of doubt, and Selene opened her mouth: "Miss Simpson, it seems I misunderstood you. I thought you would be like the women who wanted to get into Alexander’s bed in the past, using any means and never giving up until they reached their goal."

"But I didn’t expect you actually chose to leave. I’m sure the Old Sir offered you extremely favorable conditions, but I’m puzzled what kind of favorable conditions could compare to being the wife of the future heir of the Johnson Family?"

Chloe laughed: "Miss Wilson, as the only daughter of the Wilson Clan Group, the only jewel in their crown. If you want to marry Alexander Johnson and be the wife of the future heir of the Johnson Family, naturally you can."

"But I’m different, I have no lineage, no background, what am I relying on? I think as an individual, one should have self-awareness. Things have come to this stage, and I’ve gained enough."

"I admit I like Alexander Johnson, I once thought about being with him. But that was just in the past, now everything is over. In the future, we will have separate marriages, unrelated to each other."

"Miss Wilson, if you came to me today for this matter, then I think I’ve made myself clear enough. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."

After Chloe said this, she turned to leave.

Selene, however, stopped her: "Wait, Miss Simpson, do you remember our past agreement? You follow my instructions, I’ll help you find the murderer who killed your mom and help you take revenge."

As soon as mom was mentioned, Chloe’s emotions, which had just barely calmed down, surged violently.

The wound on her palm reopened, and it was sticky with blood.

But since she’s already suppressed all her emotions,

She absolutely can’t make a mistake at this time.

"I remember, how could I not? I thought Miss Wilson had forgotten. So? Is Miss Wilson starting over?"

Chloe spoke with her back to Selene, without turning around.

She feared that if she turned around and saw Selene’s face, she might be driven to kill her.

"No, you’re wrong, it’s not starting over. Because our agreement has never ended, so how could it be starting over?"

"Now that you and Alexander have reached this point, you don’t have to have any reservations about Lucas Hughes anymore. Tomorrow evening, Lucas will be at The Empyrean, I need you to go there. As for what to do, you’ll know once you arrive."

Selene remained as commanding as ever.

Chloe chuckled inwardly.

It seems Selene still doesn’t know yet that Chloe has discovered the murderer of her mother is Selene all along.

Chloe paused and asked, "Miss Wilson, I’m very curious, why do you always want me to deal with Lucas Hughes? With your status, if you wanted to move against Lucas Hughes, it would be as simple as lifting a finger. Why make me do it?"

"You’re right, with my status, it’s easy to deal with Lucas Hughes. But I can’t make a move openly, and you’ve already agreed with me that no matter what I say, you’ll do as instructed."

"Besides, considering your past involvement with Lucas Hughes, it’s easier for you to get close to him, isn’t it? So why I’m doing this is my own business. You just need to follow my instructions."

"Oh, by the way, I’ve found some clues about your mother’s death. Once you do as I instruct tomorrow at The Empyrean, I’ll send the documents to your email."

Selene looked at Chloe’s back, smiling triumphantly, still assuming Chloe knew nothing and was at her mercy.

"Alright."

Chloe said "alright" and didn’t want to linger for another second, turning to leave.

She couldn’t wait to see what tricks Selene was playing.

She was more curious to see what materials Selene would send her tomorrow night.

Back in her room, Chloe thought about it and decided to take out her phone and send a message on WhatsApp to the mysterious man she collaborated with.

[Before knowing Selene Wilson was the murderer of my mother, Selene and I had an agreement that she’d help me find my mother’s murderer and I’d do things for her.]

[She wants me to go to The Empyrean tomorrow night to find my ex-husband Lucas Hughes. Not sure what she’s up to.]

Chloe had just sent the message when the mysterious man replied quickly.

[Carry on.]

Chloe saw these two words and frowned.

She was about to say more when suddenly, the mysterious man sent another message.

[Or did you send a message wanting me to handle Lucas Hughes? Do you want him dead?]