Chapter 479 Used
Since Lucia said so, and also mentioned Mark, credibility was naturally there.
Unexpectedly, at that time Mark vowed to guarantee that this matter would be solved, but never thought that it would still be found out by Lucial
Jeanne stood where she was. Her mind had gone blank.
"Yes, Mark! First, find Mark and tell him about it!" she thought.
Then she immediately turned to open the bathroom door and quickly ran out.
Lucia watched her movements, did not try to stop her, and allowed her to open the door and run out. After that, Lucia followed Jeanne out.
From a distance, she watched Jeanne walk towards the seat in a panic, and her eyes grew even colder.
Now, her task had been completed, the rest was up to August.
Jeanne's face was pale as she walked towards the window seat, where August was sitting, seeing her, August's face changed slightly, and asked, "Jeanne, what's wrong with you? You look so pale.” Jeanne was afraid that he would see the flaw, quickly shook her head and said, "Nothing, I'm just a little dizzy, probably because I didn’t rest well..."
After hearing that August raised his head and did a rough sweep around the room. When he saw the figure of Lucia in the distance, he quickly understood what was going on.
He said in a light voice, "Then let's go. I'll send you back, so that you can get some rest.”
As soon as Jeanne heard that, she immediately nodded her head.
At this time, she was not in the mood for flowers and romance. She just wanted to go to a safe place where there was no one around and call Mark to tell him about this matter, so that he could quickly think of countermeasures!
August got up and took her away with him.
On the other hand, Lucia sat at the table, looking at the backs of the two leaving together, a little lost in thought.
Lucia wondered if his plans this time would get Jeanne to show her true colors.
"Lucia, what are you thinking about?"
Suddenly, Paul's voice sounded in her ears, and Lucia immediately came back to her senses. "Nothing."
Saying that, she lowered her head to eat.
Paul's eyes lingered on her for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at August and Jeanne who were walking towards the elevator, complicated emotions flashing at the bottom of his eyes. Lucia's sudden leave just now made him feel a little weird. He casually scanned the room and found August and Jeanne sitting not far away. Then Jeanne went to the bathroom, and after she and Lucia came back one after the other, August took Jeanne away again.
During this period, something must have happened.
But Lucia didn't mention a word to him and was hiding the whole thing.
How many things did she hide from him, did she think he was a fool?
The more he thought about it, the more unpleasant it was. Finally, he put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked at Lucia, and said softly, "Lucia, is there something you're hiding from me?"
Lucia looked up at the sound of his voice and looked at the man’s sudden serious expression and was a little taken aback.
"Paul, what's wrong with you?"
Paul asked again with a serious face, "Answer me, is there something you're hiding from me?" Lucia froze and looked into the man's eyes, suddenly feeling depressed, she took a deep breath and nodded her head slightly. "Yes."
Seeing that she admitted it, Paul smiled bitterly to himself. "Lucia, asking me to come here for dinner today was a deal with.
August, right?"
Even though he liked Lucia, he was not so stupid as to be blind. He could see what was going on and could guess what was going on
Lucia was speechless for a moment and paused before nodding her head
At once, Paul was furious.
Originally he thought that Lucia had asked him to come here to eat because of the relationship between the two of them, but now he realized that he was being used.
Paul smiled bitterly. "Lucia, is it because I'm not good enough for you?"
Lucia frowned slightly and hurriedly explained, "Paul, it's not what you think, August and I agreed to test Jeanne and let her reveal her true colors. In order to find out the person who hit Paula as soon as possible!”
Hearing her say this, Paul's heart became even colder. "Then why did you hide this matter from me? I am obviously your
husband, the one you can say everything to, but in the end, you hide everything from me. Is it because he is more important than me?"
Paul had a mixture of emotions in his eyes when he said those words. He was frustrated, heartbroken, and doubted were all mixed together. It was inexplicably heartbreaking.
Lucia gasped. She wanted to explain. However, in such a situation, she knew that explaining would only make things worse.
"Paul, it's not, I..."
"I'm sorry." Paul lowered his eyes, picked up the napkin aside, and wiped his hands. "Let's just calm down these days."
With that, he stood up and turned to leave.
Lucia got up and wanted to follow, but when she thought she didn't know how to explain, she stopped.
Maybe, they really needed some time apart to cool off.
In less than half an hour, August had already sent Jeanne to the door of his house.
After sending her to the bedroom, August said softly, "You lie down and rest.”
Jeanne nodded, obediently lay down on the bed and covered herself with a blanket.
After lying down, she said good-naturedly, "August, if you are busy, you can leave."
"Alright, then you have a good rest."
Seeing Jeanne nod, August then turned around and walked towards the door.
Jeanne was lying on the bed, and when she heard the footsteps leaving, she finally felt relieved. She immediately sat up, fished out her cell phone from her bag, and quickly dialed a number. Jeanne was relieved that only Lucia knew about this matter now. She should be grateful that August didn't know.
Jeanne listened as the phone rang several times before the other end picked up, and without waiting for Mark to speak, she opened her mouth first. "Mark! Something's wrong!"
"What's wrong?"
Jeanne was so worked up that her hands were shaking. "Lucia already knows that Hallie is the scapegoat! She also said she got an audio recording of your phone call with Hallie! What should we do now? Mark, what should we do if August found out that the person who hit Paula was me?" "Stay calm..."
Listening to the voice on the other end of the line, Jeanne inadvertently raised her head. Then she saw a figure from the corner of her eye.
When she saw the person standing over there, her body shivered
"August..."
August's face was cold, his eyes were sharp, and his face was as gloomy as if he wanted to kill someone.
Jeanne hung up the phone in a hurry and was frozen on the spot not knowing what to say. August walked towards her and was emitting a domineering aura.
He walked to the bedside, closing in on Jeanne, and looked down on her from above. "Did you really do it?"
Jeanne shook her head repeatedly. "August, it wasn't me..."
The anger under his eyes swept over like a tornado. "Who else could it be if not you!"
He heard her admit it with his own ears. It couldn't be fake!
So from the beginning, she was lying to him!
Jeanne was completely out of options. She was in so much a panic that she couldn't even talk properly. "August, August, it really wasn't me... it was Mark, it was all him!"
August's eyes were darker than ever. At that moment, his phone suddenly rang. He took out his phone and found that it was Burton calling him. He quickly answered the call.
On the other end of the line, Burton was panting, but his voice was filled with a bit of undisguised excitement. "President Adams, I've found a black box which captured the scene at the time! I can probably confirm that it is Jeanne!”
In an instant, August's face sank even deeper and his anger rose.
He ordered in a cold voice, "Send it to me."
After hanging up the phone, August's text alert tone sounded. It was a video file sent by Burton. He glanced at Jeanne, whose face was already full of tears, gritted his teeth and pressed the play button.
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