My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 984

Alice’s wound continued to ache while they were inside the car, but she asked Daniel, “What’s wrong with this Sandra? She doesn’t seem to be in her right mind.”

Daniel knew that Sandra had fallen into Sophia’s trap, but he couldn’t tell Alice about it. He answered, “It wasn’t easy for Sandra to rise from an illegitimate daughter to the Young Lady of the Mitchell Family. Sophia’s return placed her position in jeopardy, so she suffered a mental breakdown and went crazy.”

Suppressing the anger within her, Alice removed the entire Mitchell Family from consideration.

Sandra ran after the car, but she failed to catch up with it. Overwhelmed with anger, she immediately dialed Lucile’s number.

Alice was overweeningly ambitious, but she used to hide her ambition so well that one couldn’t find fault with her. Now that Sandra had found an open and justified excuse, she believed that Lucile would certainly thank her this time.

However, Sandra couldn’t reach Lucile on her phone; she simply assumed that the latter was too busy to answer her call. Anyway, she could no longer stay at the banquet since she would certainly be humiliated if she went back inside. Therefore, Sandra decided that she’d better go home and have Lucile speak up for her.

When she and Vincent called home, they learned that Lucile and Abbie had gone out shopping that morning and hadn’t returned yet. Sandra immediately sent her people to search for them, but after a day of looking around, the Mitchell Family’s men went to the place where Abbie and Lucile used to stay and realized that the house had already been emptied.

When they arrived at Abbie’s house, they learned that Abbie’s family had moved out a year ago. At that moment, the Mitchell Family realized that something was wrong.

Lucile and Abbie had disappeared into thin air, and the property under their names had been converted into cash and transferred a long time ago!

They left without leaving any clues behind; no one knew where they had gone, nor could anyone get in touch with them. The luxury goods they left in the Mitchell Residence had been spirited away.

That night, word finally came that Lucile and Abbie had left the country by plane.

At this moment, Sandra and Vincent seemed to have guessed something. No! How could Lucile possibly leave like this? The daughter of the Michel Family certainly wouldn’t abscond with their money!

She must have left in advance because of some urgent matters. Lucile has always been mysterious; being unable to contact her is normal. Besides, she’s the daughter of the Michel Family, so how could she possibly report her schedule to us in advance? This must be the case… thought Sandra and Vincent as they tried to comfort themselves.

They knew that they would suffer a huge loss if Lucile was actually a con artist!

Panic-stricken, Vincent immediately called Linus; he believed that Linus would know where Lucile was.

Linus’ assistant answered Vincent’s phone call, telling him that Linus was booked and busy; he could only wait until next month to make an appointment with the man. However, he refused to answer him about matters regarding Miss Lucile.

Vincent was as anxious as hell. He lost both Lucile and his money—which meant that he had lost everything.

Ian was equally anxious as Vincent, for he also discovered that Lucile and Abbie had gone missing. He also realized that all the property he gifted Lucile had been converted into cash, but the money couldn’t be traced.

They utilized various channels and even contacted the Mafia abroad to search for Lucile and Abbie. However, the two women seemed to have vanished into thin air; they couldn’t even find a trace of the duo’s whereabouts.

Even so, they couldn’t conduct a large-scale search for them. If word got out that the Edwards Family and the Mitchell Family’s Young Masters were swindled out of their money by the same woman… Losing money wasn’t the matter here, for they would lose face completely.

Moreover, Vincent had even slept with Lucile.

After several days of fruitless searching, the two victims put their prejudice against each other aside and met up to discuss the matter.

Ian said to Vincent, “Lucile spent the night with me that day. She promised to make me the agent for Dragon Eye; she also said that she would go back to the Michel Family and seek their blessings to marry me.”

Vincent was speechless upon hearing his words.

With this idea in mind, Vincent stroked his head confidently. No matter what, I mustn’t be taken advantage of today! he thought to himself. At the same time, he was full of anticipation for his formal meeting with Lucile. They would be meeting at the Michel Group’s building this time, and this appointment was arranged by Linus’ assistant; today, the Lucile he was going to meet certainly wouldn’t be an imposter.

I should think positively—perhaps this is all Lucile’s test.

Vincent seated himself in the tearoom on the 18th floor of the Michel Group’s office building at 1.50PM.

The 18th floor also happened to be where Linus worked, and Vincent sat in the tearoom next to Linus’ office. Linus was also present; upon seeing Vincent, he spoke to the latter. “Please wait for a moment, Mr. Mitchell. Lucile is taking the elevator up.”

Vincent sat there waiting with his back straightened.

At 2.00PM sharp, the sound of quick, short footsteps made by someone wearing high heels could be heard from the outside, and it was accompanied by Linus’ voice. “Mr. Mitchell has been waiting for you in the tearoom.”

Vincent’s spirits rose; he looked at the tearoom’s door in anticipation, listening to the sound of footsteps as it came closer and closer… At last, someone pushed the door open. Behind the door stood two big and sturdy foreign bodyguards with the Michel Family’s emblem embroidered on their sleeves. Then, Linus and a young lady walked inside under the escort of these bodyguards.

The young lady must be none other than Lucile.

Vincent stood up at once. However, when he saw the lady clearly, the smile of anticipation slowly disappeared from his face before it was replaced by a look of profound shock.

“Why are you here, Sophia?”

Sophia took off her sunglasses to reveal her smiling blue eyes. “Didn’t you say that the second-hand sports car I sold you had some quality issues? I’m here today to have a look at it.”

The faint, scornful smirk on her face gradually broadened as she stared at him.