Bethan gazed in the direction the Maserati had left and furrowed her brows.
Did she…get too carried away back there?
“Where are we going, Sir? ” asked Lucas as he drove the car out of Swan Lake Residences.
Brettley, who sat in the backseat, rubbed his eyebrows and said, “Let’s go to Jude’s place.”
Lucas paused. “Sir… Are you sure?”
It was already lo p.m., and Jude was an early riser, so he would have already gone to bed.
“Yes, I’m sure,”
Brettley replied impassively, then picked up the phone and dialed Jude’s number. “Hey, I’m heading to your place now. You don’t mind, right?”
“I do, very much, ” replied Jude with a yawn. “It’s so late now. Why are you coming over at this hour?”
“I don’t have anywhere else to go, so I’ll be sleeping at your place tonight.”
Jude froze for a moment, then chuckled. “Dude, you have a wife waiting for you at home and a mistress, too. How could you possibly not have any place to go?”
Brettley frowned but did not reply. Instead, he immediately hung up the phone without saying another word.
Jude realized that Brettley had hung up and shot his phone a murderous glare.
Half an hour later, Brettley arrived at Jude’s house and knocked on his door. Jude opened the door with a yawn, still wearing his pajamas. “What a coincidence. Just after I got off the phone with you, I received news about the Walters.”
Brettley furrowed his brows, took off his jacket, and hung it on the coat rack next to the door before turning to glance at Jude. “What kind of news?”
“See for yourself.”
Jude handed his phone to Brettley. “My men sent this to me just now. They’ve already brought this girl to the police station.”
Brettley took the phone from him with a frown.
On the screen were some photos of a few men beating up a woman. The woman was so severely beaten up that her face was swollen and bruised, so much so that Brettley could not make out her normal appearance anymore.
In the last few photos, this woman was forced to kneel next to a trash can and stuff pieces of garbage into her mouth while the men watched, sneering.
The photos were so heart-wrenching and disgusting that Brettley could not bear to scroll through them any further. Instead, he furrowed his brows and handed the phone back to Jude. “What’s this?”
“Can’t you tell?”
Jude curled his lips into a smirk. “
The men in the photos are the same ones I’ve been following for a while now. They work for the Walters in Sea City. I thought that ever since what happened last time, they wouldn’t dare do anything risky anymore, but I was wrong.”
He tucked his phone away and sat down on the sofa gracefully. “I ‘ve managed to track down the girl in the photos. It’s a girl named Irene Cook. She’s one of the people that were hired today at Morrison Group to work as the Design Director’s assistants.”
Brettley scowled upon hearing this.
Bethan’s assistant? Why were these men bullying Bethan’s assistant?
Jude could tell that Brettley was baffled by this, so he leaned against the sofa and chuckled. “Well, according to Irene herself… She did something she shouldn’t have done today.
“She and a few of her colleagues went to dinner with Bethan. While in the bathroom, she heard some gossip about you, Bethan, your assistant, and Morrison Group’s security guards. She spread these rumors out into the company group chat, and Bethan found out.”
With that, Jude lifted his head to glance at Brettley. “At this point, do you still believe Bethan isn’t Hailey Walter?”
Brettley curled his lips into a faint smile and sat down across from Jude. “What you’re suggesting is that Bethan sent these men to beat Irene up to get back at her?”
“Well, who else would it be?”
Jude smirked and continued, “This little girl said that she hadn’t offended anyone lately apart from Bethan. Why would the Walters’ men beat her up, if not on Hailey Walter’s orders?”
Brettley closed his eyes slightly as he answered, “
You’re right about one thing. These men were definitely acting on Hailey’s orders, but it doesn’t mean Bethan…is Hailey Walter.”
With that, he opened his eyes to glance at Jude. “You mentioned that your men are sending Irene to the police station?”
“Yes.”
Jude lowered his head to glance at the time. “
They should be there by now.”
“Alright.”
Brettley smiled and got up from the sofa. “
Lucas, let’s go to the police station.”
Jude’s entire body stiffened at his words. He quickly got up and stopped Brettley. “Just because you’re going to the police station now doesn’t change the fact that you slept with Hailey! “
Brettley’s expression darkened at Jude’s remarks, and he turned around to glare at Jude coldly. “You’d better take back your words! “
Jude furrowed his brows. “Brettley, how much longer are you going to lie to yourself? All of the evidence suggests that Bethan is, in fact, Hailey Walter, the woman that you hate with all your guts! Why are you so reluctant to believe that?”
Brettley sneered and stared at Jude’s face. “I only believe something if I see it with my own eyes. Bethan can’t be Hailey.”
He smacked Jude’s arm, which had been blocking him, away and said, “I won’t believe anything, not before I’ve gotten my hands on concrete evidence that she’s Hailey.”
With that, he strode out of the room.
Jude stared in the direction Brettley had left and frowned.
If he remembered correctly…
Brettley had never been so certain about something before, not even when he was suspecting Alice.
Why was he so confident that Bethan was not Hailey, even when there was no concrete evidence?
Could it be that…
Jude furrowed his brows.
Could it be that this man, who had waited six years for his wife to return, had fallen in love with another woman?
At the police station.
“You suspect that your boss Bethan was the one who sent people to beat you up?”
A young cop asked as he scribbled on his notebook. He lifted his head to glance at the badly injured woman before him. “
Well, do you have any evidence to support your claims?”
“What other evidence do I need? “
Irene pointed at her swollen face as tears streamed down her cheeks. “
Isn’t this enough proof? I didn’t offend anyone else apart from Bethan! Who else would it be if not her? “
The cop chuckled. “Miss, you can’t make baseless accusations like this. We need solid proof. You suspect your boss Bethan was behind this, and we can look into this for you, but unfortunately, we can’t arrest her now. This isn’t realistic at all.”
Irene clenched her teeth. “Why can’t you arrest her?
You–“
“It’s because you don’t have any proof.”
Before she could finish, however, a low voice interrupted her.
Irene and the cop both lifted their heads and glanced in the direction of the voice at the same time.
“Mr. Morrison.”
“Hello. “
Brettley walked over and sat down next to Irene. “Please go on. Don’t mind me; I’m just here to bring her home.”
“In that case, you can take her home now.”
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