The Queen They Buried

Chapter 303

“By the way, why was Kurtis so convinced you killed his beloved?” Aubree hesitated over those last three words. Honestly, she despised Kurtis. ‘Say he’s devoted? He went all out with stand–ins. Say he’s not? Then why has he been clashing with the Turner Group all these years for his so–called lover?‘ thought Aubree.

“To be honest, I wasn’t entirely clear myself,” Bowen admitted. “I only learned the details last night after reviewing the documents Kelvin had compiled.

“Back then, I was targeted. Afterwards, all I knew was that the kidnappers accidentally injured a woman, who happened to be a junior assistant at my company. I figured they were venting their frustration for not catching me, so 1 had Kelvin arrange a sum of money as compensation for the victim’s family. I never gave it another thought after that.”

Aubree asked, “So, that assistant was Kurtis’s beloved?”

“Yeah, according to what Kurtis said, the first day I arrived in Kroit City, Cordelia had a thing for me and applied to be my assistant. But with Kelvin handling everything for me at the time, I never interacted with her.” That last part sounded suspiciously like Bowen trying to clear his own name.

“Oh, Mr. Turner,” Aubree teased, “you must’ve been quite the heartthrob at eighteen. No wonder everyone was drawn to you.”

“I wasn’t eighteen back then,” Bowen muttered weakly in his own defense.

Bowen explained, “Anyway, in Kurtis’s version of events, it became that I didn’t care for Cordelia, but used her as a human shield and then fled the scene. The compensation I offered was twisted into proof of my guilty conscience. That’s why Kurtis’s been at odds with me ever since.”

opposing

looked like. How could he

never do something so despicable! Just the thought of it is an insult

Bree.‘

about Gordon then?”

after him once the ship docks. Get some rest

Aubree was still exhausted. With a weary nod,

into his extensive networks in Kroit City. “I’ve located Gordon,” he reported. “He’ll be at a flower

the rest were local journalists in Kroit City. They were

on them these past few years. Now

his company, he was constantly hounded by reporters and paparazzi staking him out. It had been ages since he had felt

ship docked, and their chauffeur was

urgent insistence. A panicked voice reported, “Mr. Carr, the dock is swarming with reporters. It’s a mob

asked, “Didn’t we already

too many of them, and when they smell a big story, there’s no way to completely shut it down,” he

them, with reporters spinning the story, fiction could easily become fact. And since it was Alice’s setup from