Love's Cunning Ruse novel Chapter 120

Just like that, Julie got kicked out of Creative Nexus Media by Nexus before she could spit out the crucial information.

Realizing Nexus couldn't help her, Julie knew she had to solve the root problem to get out of that mess. That problem was Kieran. Only by dealing with him can she truly solve the issue.

Remembering her previous experience of being chased around at a café, Julie decided to hail a cab to find a new place to live. She knew she couldn't keep living with Kieran, and finding a new place was the most important task at that time.

She found a real estate agency and picked a reasonably priced small house. Because she forgot to bring cash, she spent a lot of time convincing the agent to accept online payment. She paid the rent first, then the deposit, and finally secured the house.

Arriving at the Simpo Co. building, Julie called Karl, "Karl, it's Julie."

"What's up, Attorney Abraham?" Karl probably referred to her formally because there were people around. He usually called her Mrs.

Sitting in the taxi, Julie quietly said to Karl, "Can you help me get my purse? Right now, I..."

"I'm sorry, Attorney Abraham, but I returned your purse to Mr. Hernandez this morning. I got things to do; I have to go." Karl hung up before Julie could respond.

"Hello..." Julie stared at her hung-up phone, then at the reporters surrounding the entrance of the company. Finally, she decided to call Kieran.

With hope in her voice, Julie finally heard Kieran's voice on the other end, "What?"

"Mr. Hernandez, can you bring my bag home when you return?" Julie asked humbly.

But Kieran replied, "No."

"Could you send someone to deliver it to me?" Julie asked again.

Standing by the window, Kieran responded, "Are you paying my salary? Or my employees'? You're skipping work, and now you want to use company resources? Ordering my employees around is something my wife can do..."

Before Kieran could finish, Julie hung up. He stared at the hung-up call, a smirk on his face.

Julie stared at her phone for a while, then got out of the car. She walked carefully around to the back entrance of the company, only to find it surrounded by reporters as well.

Just as she was at a loss, a white Santana pulled up in front of her, honking its horn.

Julie quickly pulled up her collar to cover her face and looked at the car. The window rolled down, and Julie saw Dylan inside.

"Get in." Dylan winked at Julie with a joyful smile on his face.

Seeing Dylan was like spotting a lifeline. Julie quickly opened the car door and got in, asking, "Mr. Dylan, are we going to the underground parking lot?"

"Got the press on your tail?" Dylan asked back with a smile before answering, "I'm here to drop off a car for Kerry."

"A car?" Julie looked at the Santana she was sitting in. Though she wasn't well-versed in cars, she knew a little about plates. And after observing the interior decor, she didn't think the car matched Kieran's style.

Dylan explained, "You can use this car to evade press surveillance. I'll drive Kieran's car later to distract the reporters."

Julie stayed silent, not knowing what to say. She turned to look at Dylan, at his slightly upturned lips, and smiled faintly.

With his good looks, Dylan smoothly made his way into the VIP parking area.

Julie lost count of how many times she had ridden the elevator with Dylan. Perhaps due to her extensive experience, she didn't feel awkward.

Suddenly, she remembered that Dylan was a pathologist. She had heard from Kieran that Dylan had performed Bertha's autopsy. Thinking of that, Julie turned to Dylan and asked, "Mr. Dylan, may I ask you a few questions?"

Dylan, hands in his trench coat pockets, smiled slightly, "How many?"

"Huh?" Julie looked at Dylan, slightly taken aback.

Dylan laughed, "I'm just kidding, go ahead!"

"Did Bertha... really commit suicide?" Julie asked hesitantly.

Dylan paused for a moment before asking, "Why do you ask?"

Julie laughed and shook her head to cover up. "No reason. I've just heard that official news isn't always true, so I wanted to confirm..."

"I've explained this clearly to Kerry. You can ask him. I don't like explaining the same question twice." As soon as Dylan finished, the elevator doors opened.

Dylan nodded at Julie and asked with a smile, "Shall we go together?"

Kieran didn't say much to the silent Julie and just drove.

Their car didn't attract any media attention, and they managed to leave the company smoothly. But Julie noticed that they weren't heading towards Noblewood Retreat. She looked at Kieran and asked, "Are we picking up Ivan from school?"

"Noah's picking up the kid," Kieran replied casually.

"Then where are we going?" Julie asked again.

Kieran glanced at Julie and said, "There are reporters all over Noblewood Retreat. Do you want to go back with me? I don't mind."

But she did mind!!

Julie frowned and asked Kieran, "So where are we going?"

"We're going to a hotel," Kieran replied in a deep tone.

Julie was taken aback and then turned to Kieran, "So, your solution is not to go back to Noblewood Retreat but to go to a hotel to avoid media speculation?"

Julie let out a sarcastic laugh, "Mr. Hernandez, your way of thinking is truly unique."

Wouldn't going to a hotel cause more misunderstanding?

The car soon stopped in front of Starlight Haven Hotel. Julie turned to look, and her face changed immediately at the sight of the grand fountain at the entrance. Out of all the hotels, why choose Starlight Haven Hotel? She would never believe it if Kieran said he didn't do it on purpose.

Seeing Julie's expression, Kieran smirked, "What's the matter? Scared I'm going to bed you again after what happened last time?"

"You're the epitome of shamelessness," Julie shot Kieran a glance.

Before she could finish, Kieran put a black baseball cap on her head. Then he affectionately said, "You're getting bolder, even daring to call me shameless."

Julie pulled the cap lower and replied, "I didn't call you shameless; I just said shameless people are like you."

Julie got out of the car and followed Kieran into the hotel. She had a feeling that she had a lot to talk about with him and a lot of questions to ask.