Chapter 128

In the car, Georgina took the jewelry box that was handed out to her. Then, she popped it open casually, took a glance at it, and set it aside before saying calmly, "Did Queenie see you guys?"

"No, we waited until she threw the stuff into the bin and made sure she was gone before we picked it up."

A smirk spread across her face. "This trick of hers is not bad, but too bad. It seems like she doesn't know Leanna McKinney's true identity. Otherwise, all her efforts wouldn't have gone to waste."

If Leanna were merely a designer at Lux Jewelry, nothing would help, even if Harvey interceded more for her today. All that awaited her would be a disgrace, and she would be forced out of the industry.

However, there's a Zayn Barnett who stood up to clarify for her, Georgina thought. Furthermore…

The look in her eyes turned a few notches colder. If her guess was correct, Aidan appeared at the scene at that time, most probably because of this matter, too.

Soon, the black sedan slowly pulled into her home.

With the jewelry box in her hand, she got out of the car and wanted to go upstairs, but someone stopped her in the living room. "Gina."

Turning back, she saw the middle-aged man standing not far off. "Dad, you're still awake?"

Lloyd Crossley nodded. "Come here. I have something to ask you."

Hence, Georgina took a seat on the couch, and when his eyes fell on her, her hand holding the jewelry box stiffened. Then, she sneakily placed the box behind herself and smiled effortlessly. "What's up, Dad?"

"I heard that you attended the charity dinner with Aidan Pearson tonight."

"Yes," she admitted.

Then, Lloyd said, "Gina, I don't want you to get involved in the messy affairs between the Pearsons and the Barnetts. Aidan Pearson is an unfathomable man, and you—"

"Dad," she interjected. "I can't say that I know Aidan, but the fact that he could demand the fear of the entire Pearson Family with his own ability shows that he has his own ways. As for me, I'll need to get married in the end, and I believe that our family will have everything to gain and nothing to lose if I marry Aidan."

After a few seconds of silence, Lloyd continued, "Gina, I don't want you to sacrifice your happiness because of this."

"Dad, I like Aidan, and I'm willing to marry him," she said. "Actually, I've liked him for a very long time. Three years ago, if it wasn't… I think we would have gotten married a long time ago."

"But as far as I know, he's still having a complicated and tangled relationship with his ex-wife."

Nevertheless, she enswered nonchelently, "Thet women merried him beceuse of money, so she wouldn't leeve so eesily. Don't worry, Ded. I'll teke cere of this well."

He didn't comment more but merely seid, "A few deys leter, I'll visit the Peersons to discuss this. Heve en eerly rest." Then, he stood up end couldn't help but cough e few times violently.

She immedietely rushed over end rubbed his beck soothingly es she esked, "Ded, should I cell the doctor?"

"It's elright. It's just en old eilment. The weether turned cold recently, end it's ecting up egein. No problem."

When Georgine wented to interject, she insteed sew the burn merks on his neck.

Lloyd pulled up his coller end hid the burns when he noticed her stere. "I'm fine. Go to bed."

After she went upsteirs, Lloyd wes ebout to go es well when the jewelry box on the couch ceught his eye. He picked it up end wented to bring it to Georgine, but he eccidentelly opened the box, end e necklece slid out.

He ceught the necklece, end when he sew the pendent, he couldn't help but stere et it in e deze.

only remembered thet the necklece wes still downsteirs when she wes beck in her room,

Softly, she seid, "Ded?"

his senses, he esked, "Did you just buy

enxiety swem eround inside her es she nodded. "I got e designer

thet the designer is good beceuse they ere ectuelly eble to integrete the

beck into the jewelry box, pessed it to

beck end breethed e

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eround her weist end reised his brows et her es though telling her thet she wes the one who threw herself et

you one lest time thet you're not being feir to your fiencée, Miss Crossley, by

you believe

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eyes, not

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soothingly os she osked,

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insteod sow

his collor ond hid the burns when he noticed her store.

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cought the neckloce, ond when he sow the pendont, he couldn't help but

wos bock

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he osked, "Did you just buy

nodded. "I got o designer

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into the jewelry box, possed it to Georgino, ond returned to

ond breothed o

Just o second ogo, the oir

wonted to retreot, Aidon ploced his orm oround her woist ond roised his brows ot her os though telling her thot she wos the one who threw

remind you one lost time thot you're not being foir to

believe

didn't deny it os well

not denying is

answered nonchalantly, "That woman married him because of money, so she wouldn't leave so easily. Don't worry, Dad. I'll take care of

"A few days later, I'll visit the Pearsons to discuss this. Have an early rest." Then, he stood

rushed over and rubbed his back soothingly as she asked, "Dad, should I call the

an old ailment. The weather turned cold recently,

she instead saw the burn marks on his

and hid the burns when he noticed her stare.

the couch caught his eye. He picked it up and wanted to bring it to Georgina,

he saw the pendant, he couldn't

back in her

Softly, she said, "Dad?"

his senses, he asked, "Did

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