Chapter 185 - 185: Please Find Me (1/2)

Andrew walks over and reaches out for Avery's forehead. ”What's wrong?” Andrew asks, ”You look pale.”

”Don't touch me!” she snaps, slapping his hand away.

”I'm asking you if you're feeling alright,” Andrew says defensively.

Avery shakes her head. If Andrew was indeed talking about Charles on the phone, she doesn't know how she'll live with the pain. Even now, she finds it hard to breathe, thinking about the search for his body.

She doesn't want to stay in the same room as Andrew for another minute. His presence disgusts and enrages her. ”I'm frazzled from the ride,” she lies. ”I want to go to my room.”

The curtains in Evan's study are pulled across the windows, blocking all sunlight from entering the room. Avery's recording plays on an endless loop in the dark space. While Robert manages the search, Evan remains shut in his study.

Evan wants to memorize the way she talks—sometimes proud and sometimes desperate. Her every sigh breaks his heart. He knows he should stop, but he listens to it over and over again like it's an addiction. Her voice seems to be the only cure for unbearable pain.

”If you hear this recording, and if you believe me, please find me,” her voice says for the thousandth time. ”The baby is ours. I want to have it.”

Leonie stands outside the door to the study holding a tea tray. She feels her blood run cold when she hears Avery's voice. The child really is Evan's, she thinks, And I just heard some bodyguards say that they're conducting a massive search for her. I put up with her for so long, but now she's finally gone, and it's my chance to win Evan. She can't come back! I won't tolerate it.

The tray shakes in her hands as she tries to control her rage. She assumed that Evan would gradually forget about Avery after she left. She was planning on staying in his company and consoling him until he fell for her instead. If Avery comes back, everything is ruined.

Leonie thinks quickly and makes a decision. She steadies the tray in her hands and walks back to the kitchen. She takes her phone out of her pocket and sends a hasty message.

Michelle is putting the confectioner's sugar in the pot. She pours hot water on top and stirred to dissolve the sugar and then adds pudding powder to the mix. With a hasty glance over her shoulder, she reaches into her pocket and shakes a small vial of white powder into the pot.

”What did you just add to that?” Ruby asks from behind Michelle.

Michelle is so frightened she drops the spoon. She takes a deep breath before turning around to face Ruby. She smiles innocently, ”Oh, this? It's just sugar, water, and pudding powder for now. Don't you know how to make crème pudding?”

”I saw you put something else,” Ruby whispers.

Suddenly the door bursts open, and Andrew's other mistresses file into the kitchen, complaining amongst themselves.

”Why is this bitch still here?” one of the women asked, curling her lip at Michelle. ”She intentionally drove a wedge between us. She said she wasn't a threat to us, but she went out of her way to seduce Andrew. Apparently, getting publicly f.u.c.k.i.e.d by his bodyguards wasn't punishment enough.”

Another woman sneers at Michelle, ”Maybe she liked it. She definitely didn't learn her lesson. She just made Andrew tiramisu for his afternoon tea—he never lets any of us make him anything.”

Michelle clenches her fist and grits her teeth. She can feel her face flushing, ”I dare you to say one mo—”

Ruby interrupts her, ”Shut up, Michelle. We don't have time to argue with a s.l.u.t like you.”

”You think I'm a s.l.u.t? Well, it takes one to know one,” Michelle snaps. ”You're all pathetic. You think you're such victims, but you're too stupid to do anything but whine about your lives. Andrew ate something I made because it was delicious. If you took the time to learn how to cook instead of just skulking around the house, maybe he'd be more attracted to you.”