Chapter 479


    If L knows about it… He treasures Charlotte so much. Will he hate me?


    No, no way.


    He will never know.


    But what if that little b**** told him?


    Mrs. Fraser felt extremely worried and ufortable.


    After waiting for the entire day, she did not hear any usations from L. Instead, Mrs. Warhol


    called and mocked her.


    As she was still concerned about the incident with Charlotte, she could not be bothered to argue with


    Mrs. Warhol. After a few minutes, she hung up the call.


    Mr. Fraser raised his head from the television and gazed at Mrs. Fraser. “What’s wrong with you today?


    Why do you keep sitting and standing up?”


    A look of annoyance shed across her face as she snapped, “Nothing’s wrong!”


    “Really?” Mr. Fraser frowned.


    She’s acting so strangely.


    “What else can happen to me? Mrs. Warhol called me, so I’m feeling very frustrated,” said Mrs. Fraser


    as she sat on the sofa.


    The moment she sat down, two rows of men in ck charged into the living room, exuding a hostile


    aura.


    Shocked, she almost fell from the sofa.


    She shrieked, “Who are you? Why did you barge into my house?”


    On the other hand, Mr. Fraser was calmer. Standing up, he red at the men. “Who are you? Did the


    Fraser family offend any big-shot? Did we offend a deity?”


    The living room was filled with a suffocating silence. Only the sound of raindrops outside could be


    heard.


    “I don’t dare to call myself a deity. I just want to ask you, Mrs. Fraser, if you went to L’s house


    this morning.”


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    “I don’t dare to call myself a deity. I just want to ask you, Mrs. Fraser, if you went to L’s house


    this morning.”


    A cold voice sounded from the midst of the rain. Then, a slender figure stepped into the living room.


    What kind of face is that?


    With the rainy night serving as her backdrop, her face looked as exquisite as a nymph, while her facial


    features were very delicate. However, the look in her eyes was extremely cold, sending chills down


    one’s spine.


    Mr. Fraser had experienced all sorts of things in life. Despite that, as he scrutinized Ashlyn, he


    wondered, Since when did such a powerful person appear at Lake City?


    The young woman looked elegant and dignified, yet the cold and intimidating aura around her was


    frightening.


    Even a man like him, who was already past the age of fifty, shuddered unwittingly.


    Having turnedpletely pale, Mrs. Fraser looked at Ashlyn who hade to interrogate her. She


    instantly knew that Ashlyn did note with kind intentions.


    However, Mrs. Fraser stubbornly refused to confess.


    “Miss, what are you talking about? I don’t understand what you’re saying. Normally, I won’t go to my


    son’s house unless something happened.”


    Ashlyn scoffed coldly. “Really?”


    Mrs. Fraser forced herself to remain calm. “If nothing happened, I usually won’t disturb him.”


    “Charlotte is autistic. She doesn’t have any friends too. Why would she disappear for no reason? Are


    youpletely oblivious to that, Mrs. Fraser?” Ashlyn raised an eyebrow as she looked at the stubborn


    Mrs. Fraser.


    Although the middle-ageddy looked quite simr to L, she was nowhere as honest as him.


    Her eyes kept flitting, which was a tell-tale sign that she was lying.


    Does she treat me as a three-year-old child who can be easily fooled?


    Looking like she was taken aback, Mrs. Fraser eximed in shock, “Oh my God! Is Lottie missing?


    Why didn’t L tell me and his father?”


    “Lottie’s gone?” Mr. Fraser was surprised too. Having seen Charlotte a couple of times, he thought of


    her as a quiet and pretty girl.


    Although he had some qualms about her living with his son, he had never harmed Charlotte because


    he thought that she had a pitiful life as an orphan.


    Never did he expect Charlotte to go missing.


    As he had been married to Mrs. Fraser for many years, he nced at her subconsciously, finally


    understanding why she was so uneasy for the entire day.


    His instincts informed him that this incident must be rted to Mrs. Fraser.


    A terrifying thought surfaced in Mrs. Fraser’s mind. If Charlotte’s gone, does it mean that my son


    doesn’t know that I stabbed her?


    That’s great!


    If that b**** is missing, she should never be found.


    She was ted by that thought.


    This way, my son will never know that I stabbed that little b****.