Chapter 411


    Allison carried two shopping bags and arrived at the vi’s doorstep, knocking on the door


    After a moment, there was some sound from inside, but not the sound of a man’s footsteps. The vi


    door swung open, and out trotted arge, white dog, its tail wagging furiously at the sight of Allison.


    Bending down to pat the dog on the head, Allison stepped inside the vi and nced around the


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    empty living room, “Where’s your owner? He hasn’te back yet?”


    The dog grabbed onto the hem of her pants, tugging her towards the stairs. Allison set down her


    shopping bags, “I need to hit the kitchen first. I’ve got ribs.”


    But the big dog was a force to be reckoned with, and Allison stumbled slightly as she was dragged


    along, deciding to just go with the flow and follow the dog upstairs.


    “Is your owner home?”


    Allison went upstairs, following the dog, and arrived at the study’s door. She knocked on the door, but


    there was no response from inside.


    She looked at the dog, its tail wagging like crazy, seemingly waiting for her to open the door.


    Allison opened the door, and the dog bolted inside before her. Allison stood in the doorway, taking in


    the empty study. Lucian was still not back. She had thought the dog brought her upstairs because


    Lucian was in the study.


    She’d only been here a few times, and she didn’t really know much about the man’s study. But as


    usual, the study was done in Lucian’s style – light grey window shades, ck and white and grey


    decor, ck leather couch, towering spiral staircase bookshelf.


    Allison stepped inside. The dog had found a fuzzy ball toy by the coffee table and Allison chuckled,


    “Well, you just wanted your toy. I thought Lucian sent you to get me here.*


    The dog brought the ball over to Allison and she threw it across the room, “Go y.


    She took a look around the study, her eyes falling on some documents on the coffee table. She wasn’t


    nning to snoop.


    Just as she was about to leave, a gust of cold wind rustled the window shades, flipping the documents


    off the coffee table and onto the carpet. She bent down to pick them up, only to find that they were


    about the charity dinner incident investigation,


    She flipped through the pages, which seemed to be a report from an investigation agency. The


    chandelier had been tampered with beforehand, causing it to crash down when Penelope and Miranda


    were passing by.


    This hotel was no ordinary venue. It had aprehensive surveince system and stringent security


    measures. The most likely culprit who could have tampered with things in this hotel would be someone


    from the Lindberg family.


    She finished reading the investigation details. Although no one was directly implicated, Allison felt like


    she already knew who it was. She put the documents back in order, retumed them to their original spot


    and left the study.


    Back downstairs, the dog had run off to y on thewn.


    Allison opened the fridge, finding itpletely empty. She wondered if this man ever cooked at home.


    She took the ribs and some vegetables from the fridge, and began to prepare dinner.


    Her phone suddenly vibrated.


    She nced at the screen – it was a call from Daisy.


    Daisy had been stressing about the Boswell family’s situationtely. Allison, in the middle of washing


    veggies, dried her hands and answered on speaker “Daisy.”


    Daisy said, “Did you catch the news? They’re saying Penelope miscarried and passed out from saving


    Miranda. Wasn’t she almost 9 months pregnant and about to give birth?”


    Allison nodded, “Yeah, I already heard about that.”


    Daisy asked, “Where are you, Allie? Are you still at work?”


    Allison responded, “No, I’m at a colleague’s house, making dinner.”


    Daisy continued, “She was 9 months pregnant, and she is so desperate to marry into the Lindberg


    family. Why would she risk her unborn child like that? Don’t you think she might have done it on


    purpose?*


    Allison was taken aback. She was in the middle of chopping vegetables when she identally cut her


    finger. “Daisy, what did you just say?”


    Daisy said, “I was just thinking out loud. She cares so much about her child, why would she risk herself


    to save Miranda? They’re not even close. Plus, we all know what Penelope is like – she’s far from


    being a saint.”