NovelGoldChapter 593
Chapter 593
The real problem was still Carmen. Aubree felt that they were making a scene for nothing, and Carmen had only
gotten a mild beating Aubree probably just figured they weren't being sincere at all.
“I just did not pick the right time. Next time, I'd do it right and finally get her to forgive me. Trevor thought, lying
to himself as always
Aubree didn’t bother to care about how he felt. She shot a glance at Ronald, whose face was dark and menacing.
He probably understood by now, so it looked like it was finally tto hand over the last bit of information she
had on Alice and Carmen.
Aubree felt that Ronald could not be fully trusted. Thus, she had naturally kept sinformation from Ronald
when she uncovered the truth about Carmen’s background and Alice's past.
Aubree was worried that if she had told Ronald everything, he would just rush to confront them, get manipulated,
and end up thinking Aubree was the one scheming to turn against each other, such that he’d never believe any
of it.
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Ronald only trusted what he found and saw for himself.
Aubree shifted her gaze from Ronald to Trevor and asked, “You should letgo now, right? Or are you planning
to keephere under house arrest until | forgive you?”
Trevor pressed his lips together. He knew it wasn't realistic to keep Aubree here forever, especially with Bowen
watching like a hawk outside. But Trevor simply could not bring himself to let her go so easily.
“It’s already late. Why don’t you just stay here for tonight? You haven't been back in a long time, and your
room’s been redecorated and kept spotless. You can sleep there,” Trevor suggested.
He didn’t even realize it, but his voice
was full of caution.
Just as Trevor was about to pull his usual stunt and force Aubree to stay, there was a knock at the Wilson family’s
front door.
‘At this tof night, could it be Bowen?‘ Trevor thought as he glanced over.
Aubree seemed to have guessed as much too, and a visible smile crept onto her face.
Sure enough, when the butler opened the door, the bodyguard’s nervous face showed up first. Before the
bodyguard could even speak, Bowen had already stepped out from behind him, with Ethan and Samson following
close behind. There was ice in Bowen's eyes, but when he saw Aubree standing there safe and sound, sof
the tension finally melted away.
“Trevor, you brought my girlfriend hand didn’t even givea heads-up? Hadworried sick out here,”
Bowen said, half-joking, half- exasperated.
Bowen let out a sigh, acting so at ease you'd think he was part of the family. It was like he owned the place.
Trevor's face grew even colder. “Mr. Turner, if | recall correctly, this is my house.”
The implication was clear. Trevor was trying to warn Bowen that he was just a guest and he should not get too co
ble.
Bowen's smile disappeared in a flash. “Oh, is that so? Funny, because | distinctly remember Bree saying
repeatedly that she wants nothing to do with you people. Is forcing others into things they hate a Wilson family
specialty?”
“I missed my sister and brought her home. Don’t you think you're meddling a bit too much for an outsider, Mr.
Turner?” Trevor shot back.
‘Does he really think he can just walk into my house and take Aubree away from me?‘ Trevor thought, refusing to
believe Bowen could actually pull it off right under his nose.
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Bowen let out a cold, mocking laugh, eyes full of contempt. He strode forward, took Aubree’s hand, and said, “is
that sn? Then I'd live to see how you plan on stopping me.”
With that, Bowen started leading Aubree toward the door. Trevor instantly signaled the bodyguards to block their
way, while Ethan and Samson squared up, ready for trouble. Ronald didn’t step in. Although he, too, wanted
Aubree to stay, he was not going to go head to wad with Bowen in public. So he just let Trevor take the lead,
silently giving his tacit approval.
Just as both sides looked ready to throw down, the roar of an engine suddenly shattered the tense standoff.
Everyone glanced toward the entrance as a Maybach cto a smooth stop, with a motorcycle pulling up right
behind it.
Nina swung one leg off her bike, parked it, took off her helmet, and let out a whistle. “Now this is what | call
lively.”
Mark stepped out of the Maybach.
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