Mission To Remarry

“Have you heard it all?”

Jonathan watched as Lucian's car disappeared from his line of sight before he whirled around and returned to the living room. With his eyes trained in the direction of the kitchen, he put that question forth in a deep voice.

Right then, the living room was empty, and Frieda was the only person in the kitchen.

Hence, it went without saying who that question was meant for.

Her heart clenching slightly, Frieda guiltily stepped out of the kitchen. “You knew I was here, Jonathan?”

Honestly speaking, Jonathan had already noticed her presence when he came downstairs earlier.

However, he was also aware of his sister's intentions, so he didn't expose her. On the contrary, he tried his best to divert Lucian's attention on several occasions the man nearly noticed her.

“You're not allowed to leak out a single word of the conversation between Lucian and me earlier! If I were to learn that you spoke of it to someone else, don't dream of getting involved in anything related to Queen Group anymore for the rest of your life!” he warned, a stern expression on his face.

Frieda bobbed her

with a frown, exasperation flooding him. He then painstakingly analyzed the pros

know that Lucian is currently being threatened and has no

but still, she steeled herself to continue

Frieda sobered up. “Got it. I won't

for a long

the probing scrutiny and wanted to beat a hasty retreat upstairs, Jonathan's voice rang

also the Queen family's concern. Since you heard everything,

soon as Frieda heard that, her expression stiffened imperceptibly. Faking a chuckle, she declined, “Jonathan, the Queen family's connections are in your hands. Even if I want to help, I don't have

have your own connections,” Jonathan drawled expressionlessly.

quite understand what you're saying.

his voice turned increasingly somber. “I believe that you were close with Aubree back then for the sake of the Queen family. At present, Jack is

in Frieda's eyes, but still, she steeled herself to

mentioned Queen Group that Frieda sobered

her any opportunity to speak. “A few days ago, you left the office in the afternoon but only returned late at night. Who did you meet up with?”