Chapter 441

Having obtained Ariana’s present address, Neil and I drove there, following the directions from the GPS.

It was a commercial apartment complex, with easy access. Once we located Ariana’s apartment, we knocked a few times.

But there was no response, no sign of life within.

Could they not be inside? Had they checked into a hotel instead? I was resolute, if I caught them in any compromising position, I would document it and

hand it over to Stella. Mitch, as the guilty party, would stand no chance in the event of a divorce suit.

I had previously thought that if Mitch hadn’t made any substantial move, I would persuade Stella to give him another chance.

But now, my thoughts changed.

Neil dialed Mitch’s number, and I pressed my ear against the door, hearing the ringtone echo from within.

He was certainly inside!

As I pondered how to get in, Neil showed me his phone. It was a message from Gregory, who shockingly knew Ariana’s door code.

This made things easier. I punched in the numbers from the message, and the door clicked open quietly.

The apartment was a one-bedroom, one-living-room setup. The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. Ariana was probably taking a shower, which was why she hadn’t heard us knocking.

Suddenly, the water stopped, and Mitch’s phone rang simultaneously.

Wrapped in a towel, Ariana emerged from the bathroom. She didn’t glance towards the door but went straight to the bed where Mitch lay, snoring like a log.

checking

and I knew instantly that Stella was

the phone from Ariana’s grasp. She looked at Neil and me in disbelief,

is drunk as a skunk and sprawled out on the bed, fully dressed. It doesn’t look like anything has happened. Don’t

Stella’s ranting stopped abruptly,

worry about how I got here. Goodnight.” I hung up and handed the phone to Neil.

this tense atmosphere, Neil was smiling, his perfect crescent-shaped eyes full of amusement.

was laughing. All I knew was that I wanted to tear Ariana apart.

Ariana demanded, flustered

shot back

but avoiding my gaze. “I don’t understand what you mean.

and you’re asking what I mean? Ariana, stop playing games. You’re

managed a forced smile, “I’m not playing games. I saw Mr. Mitch had too much to drink. He was alone and vulnerable at the bar, so I brought him back to rest.”

were coming?” I cut through her lie. “If you were concerned about his safety, why didn’t you take him home? You’ve been to his house for dinner, don’t tell me you don’t know where he lives. And the bar is closer to his house than it is to here, isn’t it?”

at a loss for words. She looked at Neil, pleading, “Mr. Whitmore, you

“I don’t know.”

the least bit

her towel tighter. Suddenly, she let go of the towel, which immediately fell to the floor, revealing

her actions. But after seeing her

quite

back, reacting faster than

your mind?” I was speechless

my relationship with Mr. Mitch is inappropriate, then now that Mr. Whitmore has seen my

plenty of videos about catching cheaters, heard stories too, but

voice was cold, “I didn’t see anything. I’m not interested in

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