Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 625

Chapter 625.

Alexander took the frightened Aveline home. Aveline thought of what happened in the mall, and she couldn't help but say: "Alexander, today I met..."

Alexander was very busy, and phone calls kept coming in along the way. The phone rang again, interrupting what Aveline was about to say.

"Okay, I'll come over right away."

After answering the phone, Alexander looked at Aveline, "Aveline, what did you want to say to me just now? What happened to you in the mall?"

Aveline sighed, "It was nothing important. Just go and do your work first and come back early."

"Alright."

Alexander gently rubbed her head and turned to leave.

Aveline thought about that strange person. Even if he was not a bad person, he probably didn't have anything important to say.

She was just a little worried that the matter had reached that point; what would happen next?

Alexander was sitting in the back seat of the car. The sky was gloomy, and the expression on his face looked particularly gloomy.

Lucas and Jordan were both still in detention. An attack also happened to Aveline again. One can imagine how bad he felt.

He has been paying attention to the trend of online public opinion.

"Mr. Sterling, it has become such a mess, why don't we contact public relations?"

Alexander rubbed the ring with his fingers over and over again, "No need, no one will believe us if an evidence isn't provided, let alone..."

Alexander's voice paused, and Sylvester saw in the rearview mirror that Alexander's extremely cold face was filled with murderous intent.

"I also want to see who is behind this and what is making them cause trouble. My good boy days are long gone."

Sylvester had a strange feeling. Alexander didn't say it, but he seemed to know it in his heart.

"Ahead is the Sunset Mansion."

Alexander said directly without exchanging pleasantries: "Where is the evidence?"

Mia chuckled softly: "You are still so cold, since you are already here, sit down and have a cup of coffee."

"No need, I'm very busy, you just need to tell me what the evidence is?"

Seeing that he had no patience with her, Mia brought out a few photos from her Hermès bag and said, "Take a look."

The photo was incomplete. Some of it had been torn off. When put together, one could vaguely see a tall man wearing cleaning clothes holding Bridget's neck with one hand. Bridget's legs were dangling in the air.

The photo was the best evidence to clear up the misunderstanding.

"Is this big enough to negotiate with you?" Mia put down the coffee cup and held her chin with one hand, looking coquettish.

Alexander just sat down. The photo had been processed and could not be seen clearly, and it was torn deliberately. It was obvious that the woman was being careful.

"Tell me your conditions."