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In Astonburg.
The instant Antonio stepped back into the villa, he focused on Alison’s expression, scrutinizing every minuscule change without the slightest oversight.
To his great disappointment, though, she still looked calm, without even the faintest flicker of emotion.
He had no idea that Alison was inwardly calm at this moment.
She hadn’t returned to rekindle old affections; rather, she was
here to exact revenge.
Just then, a sound rang out.
A petite figure burst out of the kitchen, her face beaming with joy. “Antonio, you’re finally home!”
It was Mylie, clad in an apron, looking every bit the housewife.
However, in the very next second, the spatula in Mylie’s hand clattered to the ground.
She gaped at Alison in horror, her expression contorting in an instant, and then she shrieked, “What? Who the hell are you? Are you a ghost? Weren’t you supposed to be dead?”
Alison’s eyes were brimming with mockery, and the corners of her mouth curled up ever so slightly.
But before she could utter a word, Antonio’s face darkened,
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and he seethed with rage. “Why is she here? What’s wrong with you?”
Two subordinates hastened over. “Sorry, Mr. Kaufman. We got distracted for a moment, and she managed to slip out of the villa. We’ll take her away right now!”
Upon hearing this, Mylie backed away in a panic. “No, Antonio, don’t lock me up again!
“What about the child? Are you still angry with me?
“Please let me out and give me a chance to make amends for my mistakes!”
However, Antonio turned a deaf ear and commanded harshly, “What are you waiting for? Take her away. Make sure she won’t come out again!”
“Yes, sir!”
As Mylie’s howling faded away, the room returned to silence.
Antonio, trying to hide his guilty conscience, had a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead. He forced a fawning smile and said, “Grace, you must be exhausted after such a long trip. Let me take you upstairs to rest first, okay?”
Alison saw right through his intentions and casually declined, “No, I’ll go to the hotel.”
Then, with a faint sneer, Alison added, “That must be Mylie, right? It doesn’t seem like you loved Grace all that much, do–s it?”
Antonio felt a pang in his heart and quickly stammered an explanation, “No, I had no idea she would…”
But Alison just ignored him. She simply turned around and walked away.
Antonio had been waiting in the car outside the hotel for seven or eight days straight.
In those days, he constantly sent messages to Alison, yearning to meet her. But Alison never replied, leaving him completely engulfed in his desperate longing.
Antonio had initially believed that her consent to return to Astonburg with him would mark a turning point.
Yet, he realized he’d been far too naive.
While he was being upset, his phone rang. Antonio immediately sat bolt upright, his face lighting up with joy.
It was a text from Alison: “Happy birthday. I’ve prepared a gift for you.”
Antonio was taken aback, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. But before he could dwell on its meaning, he caught glimpse of a familiar figure emerging from the hotel.
Javon, in a sharp suit and polished leather shoes, walked with composure into the hotel lobby.
Antonio thought, “Since when has Javon followed us to Astonburg?”
Antonio became restless. He quickly got out of the car and trailed behind.
However, he lost sight of Javon in the corridor of the high–end
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club on the 16th floor.
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Just then, a waiter emerged from one of the private rooms, carrying a tray filled with eye–catching wedding candies.
Antonio’s eyes widened. He seized the waiter and asked in a deep, urgent voice, “What’s going on here?”
“Hello, sir. A guest is getting ready to propose,” the waiter replied.
Antonio was startled. Alison’s ambiguous text message flashed through his mind, and his heart was thrown into turmoil.
Without a second thought, he rushed forward and forcefully pushed open the door of the private room.
A woman in a wedding dress turned around, but to his shock, it wasn’t Alison!