The Substitute Bride: Making Memories Of Us (Lois Stone)

Arlene looked at the man sitting in the middle, and he immediately attracted her attention.

His handsome face and unruly temperament made her red lips curved into a charming smile.

"Sir, are you looking for me?" she asked.

As she spoke, her fair arms clung to his arm.

"Miss Arlene Woodsen?"

His voice was so cold that Arlene felt like she froze for a moment.

Her brows furrowed, wondering how did this man know her real name.

She had always used the name Lene everywhere.

Even when she went abroad and went back, she had used the same name.

If this man knew who she was, it meant that he had investigated her.

But she didn't want to confirm her real identity to him.

"Sir, my name is Lene."

She smiled seductively and leaned over to him.

"Really? Your father mustn't have told you who I am."

Brian pushed Arlene away.

His sharp and deep-set eyes glared at her as if he could already see through her.

"Who...who are you?" she couldn't help asking.

She had never been a curious person, but this time, he aroused the spirit of inquiry in her.

"Miss Woodsen, let me tell you this.Your father helped you escape from my control and let your so-called sister be your substitute.Have you been living a comfortable and contented life since then? Enjoying your freedom? I heard that you come here almost every day.Should I thank you?"

Brian said coldly without taking his gaze away from her.

He noticed that the expression on her beautiful face slightly changed.

Was it fear? Back then, was she so scared of him that she let someone replace her? She must be very happy after that.

"You...you are Mr.Clark?"

Arlene's face turned deathly pale, and she leaned against the sofa feebly.

For a moment, she was too shocked to move.

She knew that Brian was so powerful, so she thought that he was a bad old man.

It never occurred to her that he was young, handsome, and so mature.

If she had known, she would never have refused to take the crown as Mrs.Clark.

"So you know me.That's good then.You must also know why I've asked you to come here, right?"

at her carefully, studying

she looked a lot

was like the

Ayla, on the other hand, didn't have

"I...actually don't know."

Arlene didn't think that he asked her to come here to make her

are the real daughter of the Woodsen family,

explained clearly, looking

Can't she satisfy you, Mr.Clark? Well, I must not be surprised.That woman

when she suddenly

always believed that Ayla was a

bring her back to their home, her mother wouldn't have died of

Jaime's expressions changed

the Woodsen family, so they

would she take Arlene's

maybe I should just call you Lene.Do

coldly, "All I need is for you to pay back

honest with you.I don't know how to make money.But if you don't mind, I'll serve you well tonight.I'm sure you will be satisfied.What do

handsome  face

guests who come here every night will definitely need it,"

to be a bar

she

with different men, not any man

least you're smart enough

being deceived and

and Ayla conspired to do such

"No way!"

used Ayla as her substitute before because she didn't want to

that she was involved again, what would happen to her? She needed to be free to enjoy her time,

not up to

down on the

her, but he also wouldn't

anything wrong, so they couldn't

man who could do everything he wished and could get everything he

Mr.Clark, if my father owes you money,

never agree to become

had high ambitions in

rich man she liked and live

in this bar and let any random

all, she believed in her

you think I will let go of you

already known that she

a man like him, it was

she was able to enter this place so easily, then

around and ran to

opened it, two burly figures

the meaning of this? You have to let me go.Ayla can also do what you want.I'm sure she can make a lot of money

she

outside, but she knew that he was not a

was someone she could not

can do whatever I want to her.But you are different.You are the real daughter of the Woodsen