His Dangerous Love

Chapter 39 Gather Evidence of Her Affair

Chapter 39 Gather Evidence of Her Affairs

Kenley laughed as she hung up the phone.

It was Albert.

Now everything has become sense.

No wonder Jefferson knew Elianna. It must have been Albert who told him.

She indeed suspected anything between Elianna and Jefferson, which was ridiculous.

Even Asher didn't fancy Elianna, let alone Jefferson.

Speaking of this Albert, he did have some background.

Twenty years ago, the Hinton family was influential in the political circle, with many people trying to please them.

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Only a few people knew that Albert used to be part of the Hinton family. In Kenley's eyes, the current Albert was just Jefferson's lackey.

A small-time thug, nothing more.

It's ridiculous that she would have an affair with him.

The more Kenley thought about it, the more laughable Elianna seemed. Asher didn't like her, and yet she stooped so low.

After mocking her, Kenley started to scheme.

If she exposed it now, Elianna would definitely deny it. Kenley had to find an opportunity to catch her in the act.

Just as she was thinking about it, the bathroom door opened.

Kenley picked up a towel and walked over. "Asher, hurry up and dry yourself. I'll worry if you catch a cold."

Asher enjoyed being taken care of. "I'm lucky to have you."

Kenley fiddled with the towel, displeased. "What's the point of being kind to you? "I'm an orphan with no parents and not even eligible to attend Alicia's party."

Her voice grew softer as she spoke, "I envy Anna. She can openly be with you. If I were Anna, I would take good care of you and not throw a tantrum over trivial matters."

Asher couldn't stand Kenley looking so pitiful and quickly comforted her.

"Don't be sad. My heart belongs to you alone."

"Alicia is an arrogant woman. Elianna might not even be qualified to go to her party."

"Hmph, you are lying. I heard that Alicia's people personally sent the invitation to Anna."

Asher couldn't believe it. "Really?"

How did Anna catch Alicia's attention?

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Honey for you, and poison for her.

Elianna held the invitation with a severe expression.

Brett had asked her out before and said that the places she had recommended were great, and he wanted to treat her to a meal to thank her. She declined politely.

This time, Brett came with Alicia's name and gave her the invitation.

It would be an insult to Alicia if she declined.

Alicia was the Gibson family's representative. She couldn't possibly offend her.

As she contemplated, Nola called her suddenly.

"Anna, I just received Alicia's invitation. This weekend, she's throwing a party at the vineyard. Did you get yours?"

"You got one too?"

Elianna was somewhat surprised.

As a legitimate heiress, Alicia would undoubtedly look down on families like the Gentry.

If she received an invitation, it must have been Brett's doing. But why Nola?

Elianna had no clue; she could only attribute it to Alicia's lack of understanding of the wealthy families in Oakpool and sending invitations casually.

After hanging up, Elianna felt slightly relieved.

Since Nola was accompanying her, she had an excuse to escape.

Little did she know that Nola was in a crisis worse than hers.

"Did you inform everyone?"

Alicia reclined lazily on a lounge chair while someone knelt on the floor, carefully painting her nails.

Brett stood nearby, holding a guest list. "The invitations have been delivered. Here's the guest list."

Alicia waved her hand impatiently. "You take care of it."

"The Gentry family's little fairy is invited, right?"

Brett knew she was referring to Nola and nodded. "Yes, she's invited and said she'll attend on time."

Alicia sneered. "Of course, she won't dare to not come."

Remembering the instructions from the family head, Brett advised, "Nola only had a few words with Jefferson. If things get too messy, it might not end well."

"What's there to worry about? They're just a family that sells women. What's so terrifying?"

Alicia looked disdainful. "I know exactly what kind of woman she is. She thinks she can seduce Jefferson with just a bit of charm."

She was infatuated with Jefferson, and Brett knew it. He didn't try to persuade her anymore, changing the subject, "The model seems to have suffered enough. Do you think so?"

Alicia admired her manicured nails, every inch of her hand meticulously maintained.

Red lines were drawn on the white nail bed, alluring and enchanting.

Suddenly, her face turned cold. She stood up abruptly and slapped the person kneeling on the floor.