My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon by Lydia Pierce

Chapter 135

"Stop. Alistair, Please don't do this." Audrey clung tightly to Alistair from behind her arms wrapped firmly around his waist.

She went on, her voice soft yet pleading. Don't dirty your hands for him. My phone fell back in the house, and it has recordings... enough evidence to file a report. Let the police handle the rest, okay?" Alistair, who had been nearly blinded by rage, began to calm down at her words

"Alright" His reply was low and steady as he turned to lift Audrey into his arms. "Let me take you home."

Before they left. Alistair gave Michael a pointed look, signaling him to finish falling the sinuation.

Michael still stunned by how Alistair had nearly lost control over a woman, then managed to rein it in for her sake. He nodded after a moment's hesitation

With Audrey in his arms. Alistair walked toward a sleek black Bentley parked by the roadside, where a driver Audrey didn't recognize waited.

Just as they climbed into the car, the wail of police sirens filled the air, growing louder as the Bentley brushed past the incoming police vehicles.

Meanwhile, Layla, dressed in new clothes and with her hair carefully styled, arrived at Ethan's grand estate after a long bus ride, accompanied by her two sons. She knocked on the door, and a servant in her forties showed them in. The servant's expression was less than welcoming. After watching them put on plastic shoe covers, she said curtly. "Mr. Wright is still resting. You'll

have to wait here"

With that, she turned away to resume her duties, not even offering them a glass of water.

at the servant's rude

onto the sofa like he owned the place, muttering in irritation.

shone as

seeing it with

valuable. Even the cushions on the sofa had gold-thread embroidery. Picking up a pillow, Layla traced

up a few years of my life, she thought.

room, running his hands over the priceless furniture with a

over a servant. Once Audrey marries Noah, firing her

the table, he grabbed a pear and bit into it, not even

a rich family's home,

second-floor balcony, Ethan watched the group below with a faint look of disdain. What a pathetic bunch of lowlifes, he

voice low and disapproving. "Mr.

Ethan turned

his voice chilling as he replied, "Mind your business and

Shur dared not

some things to take care of. Sorry for keeping you waiting" His tone was neutral, far from warın, but at feast it was polite. Ethan had no oiler choice. With Noah's track record,

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