Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1681 - 1670: The Price of Deception

Far away on the other side, in the Manhattan Hotel, Andrew was locked in a room with Murphy, examining files."This person is named Tony. He had a good relationship with the young lady in elementary school, but lost contact when she transferred schools."

Andrew said calmly, "No need to mention those who are out of contact."

Murphy nodded, a glint flickering in his eyes, and the files on the table began to burn automatically.

"This woman is called Carrie, the young lady's roommate. They are very close and often together."

"Oh!"

Andrew hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly looked over.

Upon noticing the freckled, chubby girl in the photograph, Andrew shook his head, muttering to himself, "Even if... my darling daughter's taste wouldn't be this poor."

"This is Bette, the young lady's professor. She has sought his advice on several occasions."

Andrew frowned and asked, "Have they been in contact privately?"

"No. These instances were all in the classroom or office."

"Then we can rule him out too."

As the flames rose, only one file was left on the table.

"The young lady's social circles are simple. She's either in class or at the library... She mostly stays at school, except for a few months when she visited the Phillips Family for training."

Gazing at the last file, Murphy suddenly changed the topic, "It was during this time that the young lady got involved with the Adams Rescue Society and became a member. This can be considered her only contact with the outside world."

Andrew asked in doubt, "Do you mean that Adams?"

The reason for sending someone to teach Adams a lesson yesterday was entirely because of his ideological influence on Alice.

Andrew couldn't handle his daughter, so he naturally hoped Adams would leave on his own to prevent "corrupting" Alice.

"Do you think it could be him?"

Listening to Andrew's question, Murphy hesitated and said, "This... I'm not quite sure. Besides charity activities, I haven't discovered any contact between the young lady and him."

Just then, the urgent sound of a phone ringing interrupted them.

At the sound of the ringtone, Murphy's expression tightened.

The longer the Blood Clan live, the more they tend to reject modern items.

Murphy used a phone solely for the convenience of protecting Alice.

When the phone rings, it can only mean one thing: something happened to Alice.

As he took the call and received the report, Murphy didn't have time to convey it before...

he noticed the large desk turning into a pile of black ashes.

Only that last remaining file ominously hovered in the air.

Seeing Andrew's face, dark as water, Murphy shivered and said, "Your Grace..."

Andrew spoke with bitter regret, "How could she be so foolish? How could she do such a thing?"

Seeing this, Murphy wisely kept silent. He immediately understood that the Duke had already grasped the contents of the call.

Murphy also felt that the young lady had indeed gone too far this time.

The Blood Clan are proud creatures; how could they compromise the family's honor over such trivial matters?

"Your Grace, after all, the young lady is naive and inexperienced, merely deceived by the guise of humans..."

Seeing Andrew's expressionless face, Murphy stopped his attempts to persuade.

After an indeterminate amount of time, a crisp snap shattered the deathlike silence.

The file, losing its magical support, fell immediately from the air, and as it opened to the first page, there appeared a photo of a handsome face.

Andrew, restraining his fury, forced himself to speak calmly, "Tell the young lady to come home, just say I miss her."

Murphy hesitated, "And about this matter..."

"If Ning Fan doesn't mention it, pretend it never happened."

Murphy nodded, understanding that Andrew intended to handle it quietly.

In some respects, it was after all a family scandal.

"Should we kill this human?"

Murphy glanced at the photo on the ground, a flicker of coldness in his eyes.

"No! I want him alive."

Andrew's gaze was cold as he said, "Isn't he good at disguising, good at acting? I want to see how he deceives my daughter as a ruined man."

With the keen hearing and vision of the Blood Clan, the Viscount bodyguard could easily pick up the conversation.

There's no way Adams' acting could fool the cunning Blood Clan.

The Viscount immediately realized that Adams had been guiding Alice all along.

Moreover, the Blood Clan inherently detested humans, so the Viscount exaggerated over the phone,

completely portraying Adams as a pervert luring little girls to watch goldfish.

Andrew, who always regarded Alice as his precious jewel, was understandably enraged upon learning his daughter had been deceived by a human.

Not only Andrew, but even Murphy, who watched Alice grow up, had a murderous look in his eyes.

"I will make him understand the consequences of deceiving the Blood Clan."

The photo of Adams gradually became engulfed by black flames.

...

Hearing the pleasant ringtone, Alice looked flustered, feeling a guilty conscience like a thief caught.

"Could it be that father knows, and that's why uncle Murphy is looking for me?"

Looking at the caller ID, Alice was privately puzzled but couldn't answer the phone in front of Adams.

Noticing this, Adams asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Alice said, unwilling to leave, "I... I'm sorry, I probably have to leave first."

Honestly, at this moment, Alice didn't want to leave.

In her brief interaction with Adams, Alice had gained a lot of knowledge she couldn't learn at school.

Apart from current affairs, Adams' extensive knowledge of drama, art, and music...

had constantly increased Alice's favorable impression of him, making her eager to learn more about this man's experiences.

Adams smiled apologetically, "It's okay. I should be apologizing for taking up your precious time."

"Please don't say that."

Alice shook her head apologetically, "Then I'll take my leave for now."

"Sorry!"

Adams self-mockingly smiled, "Please forgive me for not being able to display gentlemanly demeanor and escort you, dear lady."

"You're too kind."

Alice's heart skipped a beat, leaving with a blush on her face.

Watching Alice's graceful silhouette fade away, inhaling the lingering fragrance, Adams' lips curled into a faint smile.

Beneath his calm gaze lay nothing but greedy beastliness.

"What a lovely little lamb. Haha..."

Just then, Adams' expression turned serious as he stared at a man intently.

In the instant their eyes met, a scene from last night flashed in Adams' mind.

He would never forget, the person who snatched the briefcase had the same cold expression.

"This man? Alice?"

The more scenes surfaced in Adams' mind, the more he recalled things he hadn't noticed before, forming a trail of evidence he had previously overlooked.