At the same time, Frieda was sitting uneasily in the office one floor below Jonathan’s, thinking about the person she had seen earlier downstairs.
That should be Lucian if I’m right. Jonathan and Lucian have barely been in contact ever since Aubree left. Why is he here out of the blue? Did he find something? Did he manage to track down Aubree?
Frieda could no longer sit still. She hurriedly grabbed her bag and left the office. The moment she reached downstairs, she got into her car and sped toward the man’s house she and Aubree visited the last time.
The sky was already dark by the time she arrived. At that moment, Shawn was leisurely watering the flowers. He hesitated for a moment when he heard the butler’s report, but he still let the butler bring the guest in.
“It’s an honor to have you here, Ms. Queen.” Only when the butler brought Frieda in did Shawn put the watering can aside, wipe his hands, and sit on the couch. Casting the rigid-looking Frieda a glance, he added, “Have a seat and tell me what you need.”
Frieda sat down hesitantly, feeling a little timid as she stared at the man in front of her. The way he treated Aubree last time left a lingering fear in Frieda’s heart.
Moreover, Shawn was capable of sending Aubree out of the country without the Farwell family knowing. Clearly, his background was unfathomable. He was not someone Frieda could offend. Despite Shawn’s politeness, Frieda could not help but question herself. I shouldn’t have come, should I?
The butler poured them some coffee and placed one cup in front of her. Only then did Frieda snap back to her senses.
Shawn sensed her fear for him, and a hint of unfathomable emotion flashed across his eyes. “I wonder what’s so important that made you. come here today?”
Frieda hesitated again at the mention of her purpose for visiting. After taking a sip of the coffee, she mustered her courage and uttered warily, “I haven’t been able to contact Aubree ever since she left for the past few days. I’m a little worried, so-”
“So, you’re here to ask me about Aubree’s whereabouts?” Shawn asked. Frieda stopped talking. She forced a smile and bobbed her head, quickly adding, “It’s okay if you can’t tell me. I just want to know when she’s coming back.”
Shawn snorted meaningfully. “Do you want her to come back or the opposite?” Frieda’s expression stiffened when she heard that. Studying her face, Shawn uttered nonchalantly, “Let me guess. I think you’re afraid she’ll return.”
Without realizing it, Frieda slowed her breathing. and stammered, “H-How could I? Aubree’s my best friend-”
As if not hearing her words, Shawn put down his cup and said, “She’ll be back, but not as Aubree.” Frieda frowned, her eyes filled with confusion. Shawn explained flatly, “Don’t worry. No one, not even you, will recognize her when she comes back.”
Just as Frieda was about to let out a sigh of relief, she heard him say, “Unless she goes looking for you.”
That sentence gave her a feeling that resembled a venomous snake wrapped around her neck. It was suffocating. Is Aubree not planning on letting me off the hook when she returns?
