The Queen They Buried

Chapter 587

Aubree tried to see who it was, but Trevor noticed and reached over, turning her face back toward him. “Remember, you’re a Wilson.”

His words came out of nowhere, catching her off guard. She watched Trevor’s face, then

Wilson family’s mansion. We don’t have the same last name, and I don’t have any inheritance rights. How am I considered a part of the Wilson farsity

“Trevor, the only person who’d come looking for me this late, see me getting dragged off by you, and then tail you so relentlessly making you pull that expression—has to be Bowen, right? What, are you jealous of him?”

Trevor’s expression faltered for a split second, but then he just shrugged and smiled. “What’s there about him for me to be jealous off”

Aubree pointed at herself. “Me.”

“Trevor, you’re the third son in the family. You have two outstanding older brothers, and aside from your good looks, you can’t measure up to Bryan and the others when it comes to talent. So, compared to them, you weren’t held in high regard,” Aubree said.

parental love that most kids take for granted. Then, when you grew up and entered showbiz, people tried to butter you up because of your status, but you never got

you well, but at first, you tossed my kindness aside like it was nothing. Now that I’ve taken it all back,

give him is completely different from what I ever gave anyone in the Wilson family. It’s one of

open by Aubree’s words,

there’s no way I’m letting

go,” Trevor said.

she knew Bowen was tailing them, she could

takes the fall first?‘ she thought. ‘Bowen is so much taller than I am. If anything comes crashing down, it’ll

of them said another word for

at the Wilson family’s mansion, the butler had just gotten off the phone with Trevor. Every time Trevor specifically asked if Carmen was home, it usually meant trouble

a frown, he went upstairs and knocked on Carmen’s door. “Miss Wilson, Mr. Trevor Wilson just called. I think that no matter what it is, you’d better ask Mrs. Wilson if she can come

with her eyes closed, pretending to nap, but she could tell when the car finally came to

kept her face cold and expressionless as she spoke. “We’re already here. It’s not like I can run off now, so there’s no need

coming home, not

gripped Aubree’s hand firmly.