Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342

After hanging up the phone, Alexander looked at the pile of new evidence in front of him.

During his time without Aveline in Alberta, he set out to trace the whereabouts of the poisonous worm and investigate past events.

He found the hometown of the Colton siblings. It was said that the child had disappeared for many days now. He found photos of the child from nearby villagers. Some of the photos of the child showed it looked like Sheila and Desmond.

The Colton siblings also disappeared from the city.

Although he didn't bring them back, the child's matter can prove everything.

The original theory was that Sheila was pregnant with Anthony's child, was forced into desperation, and finally suffered from mental illness, committed suicide, and was self-defeating.

Someone put all these on Anthony's head.

From the time he was blamed for the car accident, that person had planned everything before that.

However, they didn't seem to want to hurt him. The main purpose was to divide his relationship with Aveline.

In order for him to divorce her, the other party really took great pains, spent several years, and spent countless time and energy on the layout.

Most of the truth of the matter has surfaced, but the most important thing is still hidden under the hurdle.

What good would it do them to separate him from Aveline? If it was for the sake of the higher position, there was no other young woman close to him in the past two years.

And is there any relationship between Layla's death and Anthony?

After reading this, Alexander asked Jordan on the side: "Is there any movement from that boy from the Jameson family?"

"No, he is either at the company these days and goes home after getting off work. He is on the line between two o'clock and one line. Apart from the occasional social interaction, there is nothing special."

"Who are the people he socialized with?"

"We've sent people to keep an eye on them. No problems have been found so far, but our bugs are probably running out of power."

"Mr. Sterling, I've been keeping an eye on that kid this week, and I haven't found anything wrong. Could it be that we guessed wrong? He really just wants to help Miss Blackwood to leave."

Alexander clasped his hands together and rested his chin on the back of his hands, his expression serious and indifferent, "No, not being able to find anything is the biggest problem."

Bryce, who is not yet twenty years old, behaves too calmly.

Even when he was about to be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks, his expression showed no fear at all.

Jordan frowned, "But we haven't found the Poisonous Worm's nest yet."

"Since you can't catch a snake in it's hole, why not try to lure a snake out of its hole?"

They have always been passive, being led by the nose everywhere.

"Luring the snake out of its hole? What should you use as bait?"

Alexander stood up, and the coat on his shoulders slipped down. The tall figure standing in front of the desk blocked the light above his head.

One could only outline the outline of his face, but couldn't clearly see the expression on his face.

Like a devil in the night.

He said slowly: "Me."

At that moment, in the Jameson family courtyard.

Bryce played with a small listening device in his hand until the battery dropped to zero. He smiled coldly, threw it casually on the ground, and stepped on it hard.

The bug was instantly crushed to pieces, and the boy's figure disappeared into the darkness.