Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 428 Chapter 428

On the other end of the line, Alana felt something was off.

She cocked her brows and said, "What do you mean? Did someone else wear that bathrobe? Frank, confess honestly, and you'll get leniency. Resist, and...

Frank remained unconcerned, barely lifting an eyelid. "What are you going to do if I resist?"

Alana smirked. "I'll return to the country immediately and take my son away."

Frank didn't expect Alana to be so "ruthless".

Frank set aside his work, bit down on a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. "Last night, it was Charlotte who

came."

Alana was shocked. "You're progressing so quickly?"

A bathrobe was involved!

"Bullshit." Frank cursed with a laugh and got back to the point. "She was drugged. Most likely, it was Yasmin's daughter who did it."

As soon as Charlotte returned last night, he had someone check the guest list from the party. The entire guest list was full of people from the entertainment industry, and the only person Charlotte knew was Yasmin. Yasmin's care for Charlotte didn't seem fake. The only possible culprit left was Christine.

"Yasmin's daughter?" Alana was puzzled. "Does she have a grudge with Charlotte?"

"Two years ago, the fake replacement for Lily was her."

"What?" Alana was increasingly astonished. "Isn't she Yasmin's daughter? Why would she be involved in

impersonation...

"Aren't I asking you to find out?"

back to business. "It's not so easy to find out about Yasmin. It's said that only her agent, Joanne, knows everything about her." "Joanne?" Frank furrowed

Alana nodded. "Yes."

ash off his cigarette. Then think of a

hesitated for a moment,

talk about. Isn't that

remember

unusually generous, said, "I'll cover your travel expenses as

hesitated for a moment, then cautiously asked, "How's your emotional control lately? What did the doctor

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his, so

"Most

as Charlotte didn't provoke him and was as obedient as

well.

"So, did you and Charlotte make any

"Not really."

him

moment last night when Charlotte lay in his arms, softly clinging to his neck and kissing him. Her long hair flowing

breathing in his

one glance was enough

the end,

afraid she would regret

her to be willing, both mentally and

her brows and continued, "Did you take the opportunity last night to ask her what she's been doing for the past

so much discomfort at the time, Frank was too preoccupied to think about anything else. All his attention was focused on

"What do you mean?"

to hear that she's been doing well

this question, Frank, leaning lazily in his wheelchair, stiffened