The Queen They Buried (by Wynter Vans) novel Chapter 593

Chapter 593

Chapter 593

The real problem was still Carmen. Aubree felt that they were making a scene for nothing, and Carmen had only gotten a mild beating Aubree probably just figured they weren’t being sincere at all.

“I just did not pick the right time. Next time, I’d do it right and finally get her to forgive me. Trevor thought, lying to himself as always

Aubree didn’t bother to care about how he felt. She shot a glance at Ronald, whose face was dark and menacing. He probably understood by now, so it looked like it was finally time to hand over the last bit of information she had on Alice and Carmen.

Aubree felt that Ronald could not be fully trusted. Thus, she had naturally kept some information from Ronald when she uncovered the truth about Carmen’s background and Alice’s past.

Aubree was worried that if she had told Ronald everything, he would just rush to confront them, get manipulated, and end up thinking Aubree was the one scheming to turn against each other, such that he’d never believe any of it.

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Ronald only trusted what he found and saw for himself.

Aubree shifted her gaze from Ronald to Trevor and asked, “You should let me go now, right? Or are you planning to keep me here under house arrest until I forgive you?”

Trevor pressed his lips together. He knew it wasn’t realistic to keep Aubree here forever, especially with Bowen watching like a hawk outside. But Trevor simply could not bring himself to let her go so easily.

“It’s already late. Why don’t you just stay here for tonight? You haven’t been back in a long time, and your room’s been redecorated and kept spotless. You can sleep there,” Trevor suggested.

He didn’t even realize it, but his voice

was full of caution.

Just as Trevor was about to pull his usual stunt and force Aubree to stay, there was a knock at the Wilson family’s front door.

‘At this time of night, could it be Bowen?‘ Trevor thought as he glanced over.

Aubree seemed to have guessed as much too, and a visible smile crept onto her face.

Sure enough, when the butler opened the door, the bodyguard’s nervous face showed up first. Before the bodyguard could even speak, Bowen had already stepped out from behind him, with Ethan and Samson following close behind. There was ice in Bowen’s eyes, but when he saw Aubree standing there safe and sound, some of the tension finally melted away.

“Trevor, you brought my girlfriend home and didn’t even give me a heads–up? Had me worried sick out here,” Bowen said, half–joking, half- exasperated.

Bowen let out a sigh, acting so at ease you’d think he was part of the family. It was like he owned the place.

Trevor’s face grew even colder. “Mr. Turner, if I recall correctly, this is my house.”

The implication was clear. Trevor was trying to warn Bowen that he was just a guest and he should not get too co

ble.

Bowen’s smile disappeared in a flash. “Oh, is that so? Funny, because I distinctly remember Bree saying repeatedly that she wants nothing to do with you people. Is forcing others into things they hate a Wilson family specialty?”

“I missed my sister and brought her home. Don’t you think you’re meddling a bit too much for an outsider, Mr. Turner?” Trevor shot back.

‘Does he really think he can just walk into my house and take Aubree away from me?‘ Trevor thought, refusing to believe Bowen could actually pull it off right under his nose.

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