Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 17

I opened the message. It read:“Ms. Frost, I will accompany Mr. Jones to meet a client at the Hilton on Friday. You might want to have the suit sent over.”

My mind was reeling. Evan wanted to meet me again? At a secluded hotel where a murder could go unnoticed? What was he planning?

I decided not to speculate; it wasn’t cowardice, but an inability to read his intentions. I just wanted my career, not to get entangled in something complex. After thinking for a while, I decided to play it cool. I didn’t reply.

Down in the parking garage, Gary sighed, putting his phone back in his pocket. Although he shouldn’t push it, he sensed his boss wanted to give Ms. Frost a chance. He’d also heard from Zach that she had applied for the job. It was just that there was a misunderstanding between them. That was why he had sent that message.

However, Ms. Frost didn’t seem like a pushover.

The Bentley pulled out of the complex, passing a Ferrari. Julian parked on the roadside. Unable to reach Olivia by phone or text, he was about to explode. Soon, the resident list for Ocean Rose arrived on his phone.

What surprised him was not to see Olivia’s name on it but that the penthouse resident was… Evan Jones. The Jones family was notoriously private; its members rarely appeared publicly. Julian didn’t run in the same circles but had seen him a few times, once at a gala when he was sixteen. At that time, Evan looked aloof and cold, like a jade statue.

So, Olivia had bought a house here without telling him. Evan lived here, too. Was there a connection? Or was it just a coincidence? He recalled the scene at the golf course…

Driving out of the complex, I saw the familiar Ferrari on the roadside and slammed on the brakes. Julian was smoking, a plume of white smoke curling around his brow, his expression menacing. My brain raced. Soon, I planned my

response.

I stepped out of my car and yanked open his passenger door before sliding in.“Why are you here?” My voice cut through the leather–scented air.“Are you following me?”

Julian lifted the cigarette from his lips, snatched the phone off the dashboard, and flung it onto my lap. The screen glared with Ocean Rose Residences‘ ownership registry.“Explain this.”

I calmly returned the phone.“I worked for years, paid the down payment with my own savings. Broke any laws?”

don’t play games with me. Is it about the money? Why did you buy

place of my own, in my name. Is it a problem?” The Shaws used to accuse me of being after Julian’s money

these years?

I remained silent.

snap of embossed metal punctuated each word.“Buy ten. A hundred. Put your name on every

put up with his betrayal for the money, becoming a numb, money–making machine. It wouldn’t be so bad. But I couldn’t accept a life

need it.” As I reached for my hand, he held it down,

realizing that now?

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matter. You just need to do what makes

phone rang. I froze. Could it be Gary?

eyes narrowing. “You ignored my calls;

to take it out.

Julian relaxed.“Answer it.” I figured it was the final countdown; his mother

son. Should I let him speak to

“No need. I’m calling to ask if you still want that bag you

sent all my bags for maintenance; I need

and get

conversation ended

did you two become so close?”

that good? You want me to fight with

name; her subsequent reactions centered on his discovery of her house purchase. Therefore, it should be a coincidence. His wife was just having a little tantrum and secretly doing things outside his control. She thought buying an apartment with her own money was a symbol and independence. He could