Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Refusing To Be 310

Chapter 310

Lucas stood beside him, looking at Alexander sweating profusely, with a gloomy look on his face.

Alexander finally fell asleep last night under the influence of sleeping pills. He kept talking all night long.

"Mr. Sterling, did you have a nightmare?"

Alexander had just woken up, and his voice was hoarse, "I have a bad feeling."

"Many things have happened recently...."

Alexander coldly interrupted Lucas's consolation: "Have people check each intersection carefully. I'm afraid Aveline will leave Alberta."

"Leave? But Mr. Blackwood's whereabouts are unknown now. He is the only person Miss Blackwood cares about. Why would she leave at this time?"

"You said there were four groups of people who tried to abduct Anthony that day. Could one of them be her people?"

"I think this is unlikely. Miss Blackwood has had no relatives or friends in the past few years. How could she know the mercenaries? Mr.

Sterling was not there at the time. He didn't see those people killing people without blinking an eye."

Alexander frowned and leaned on the bed with his usual indifferent expression.

"Then how do you explain why Aveline is obviously in Alberta, but we can't find any whereabouts?"

you saying that Miss Blackwood has

that cannot

the quilt and got out of bed immediately and

will Aveline hide? He searched everywhere he

developed, she has no cash on her hand, and no consumption records

must have

Who is the person?

which made even Joseph, who exploited her every

deliberated that hasn't eaten well in a while and asked herself,

menu featured fresh lettuce wrapped in

she turned the corner, she saw Alexander smoking while standing against the

the corner, but unlike her, she meets pervert and

thought to herself that he can't see her, he can't

few steps, she

gentlemanly demeanor at all. A pair of black pupils stared straight into her eyes, and

throw his hands away and

she did not dare to provoke the devil

thing is that the man used to look like a proud man and a

no matter when and on

looked very lonely that day, like an old bachelor whose

him a little desolate in

a few minutes, the two sat facing each other in the same

handed the menu