Angeline quickened her pace when she saw the old man. “Are you the man in charge of watching over this house?”

“That’s right.” Arthur was puzzled as he had not seen her before. “Not many know of my identity, young lady. Who might you be?”

Angeline was just about to tell him but suddenly recalled the myriad of suspicious circumstances surrounding the house and swallowed the words she was about to utter.

After a moment’s thought, she answered, “I am a good friend of the owner. She promised to sublet this place to me, but I can’t help but notice it’s already occupied.”

Arthur appeared confused at her words. It was plain that he was unaware of the finer details of that arrangement.

“Oh, Ms. Sorelle has never mentioned this to me. I’ll ask for you when she next drops by.”

Ms. Sorelle.

Angeline’s gaze turned grim. Though her fists were clenched, she politely asked, “Might you be referring to Ms. Joseline Sorelle?”

The old man nodded. “That’s right. Ms. Sorelle would drop by twice a week to visit her boyfriend.”

Boyfriend?

Angeline examined the clothes on the rack and recalled seeing Stuart emerge, disheveled, from the mansion. With shock flashing across her eyes, she understood.

As Arthur was elderly, it would not be unusual for him to be unacquainted with news surrounding the entertainment industry.

I can’t believe Joseline would stow her lover away in my mansion.

Angeline sneered at that thought.

she turned out to be an adulteress after all. If that’s the case, the

phone from her pocket and scrolled down to Nancy’s

for me, I won’t mind reciprocating the favor. The news of her having an affair with a celebrity will definitely overshadow mine of having a child out

the

to answer. “I have something to tell

hand it to you for finding that Photoshop artist who somehow edited the photograph of you being pregnant into another woman.

“What?”

surprise. Has the gossip of

excitement. “Forget it. The matter is in the past anyway. The director of The Journey, Mr.

Angeline did not respond.

care of things for you. Chat later.” Nancy hung up without offering any

gained a rough understanding of

ability to

complicated look in her eyes, feeling guilty upon recalling her churlish retort against

meal, young lady, seeing as you are a

Angeline smiled and flapped her hand, deciding not to

I understand,” Arthur promised with a kindly gaze. “For some reason, miss, you

twinged at his words, and she

when I went out

she concocted an excuse and departed

on the road and felt the cold wind whoosh by

herself five years ago,

Joseline has taken over the only house Mom left me. I have to take back everything

you asked of me, Mr. Golding. The press will no longer publicize the

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