Chapter 63
Yasmine and her group got into Mr. Fritz’s car, Marilyn’s subordinate said.
What did you say? Jonas is back” Marilyn asked.
Yes I checked Mr. Fritz came back on a private jet, and the first thing he did was to see Yasmine.”
Marilyn immediately felt tense, but soon her expression turned cold again and her gaze filled with hatred.
Marilyn thought. Damn, Jonas and I are twins, so he should care about me the most. But ever since we were kids, he’s always protected that jerk Yasmine who caused our mother’s death.
The assistant pulled out his phone and showed the photos to Marilyn. “Marilyn, have a look.”
The photos showed Yasmine and Kristina being taken to the car by Jonas. As she swiped forward, there was a scene of Yasmine playfully holding onto Jonas
Marilyn took the phone, her slender fingers swiping through the screen. There were many rapid shots, but a slightly blurry and slyly angled photo caught her eyes
It was a photo of Kristina getting into the back of the car, with Jonas being chivalrous by protecting her head. Under the dim night sky, the scene looked a bit suggestive.
With a cold laugh, Marilyn handed the phone to her assistant. “See if there are similar photos and get someone to enhance them for some buzz. I don’t believe the McClain family would accept such a flirtatious woman.”
Kristina’s phone started ringing in her pocket. It was a series of message alerts. Kristina took out her phone and glanced at it; it was a message from Austin
Austin: [Kristina, breaking news. Mr. McClain…]
Austin: [I sent you the news alert. This situation could have a significant negative impact on the McClain family.]
Even without Austin sending the news, Kristina’s phone screen was already filled with multiple notification alerts.
Austin was the only person besides Belinda who knew Trenton hadn’t recovered yet. He knew Kristina was the decision–maker, so he would naturally inform her first about any important matters.
Kristina clicked on the news, and what greeted her were shocking and eye–catching images.
Below the images was a video blurred with mosaic, but only over the essential parts. Stanley’s face was visible, surrounded by several men, and he showed a twisted, painful expression.
Kristina browsed through the related content and was unsure of how to respond. She thought, ‘Wow, how intense things got!‘
Half an hour later, Kristina returned to the McClain Manor. It was nearly midnight, and Trenton was still awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, waiting for Kristina with a look of displeasure.
As soon as Kristina entered the bedroom, he embraced her. Trenton was like a big neglected puppy, his face nestled in her slender neck.
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