Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 611.

Alexander walked quickly to Aveline and immediately pulled her into his arms, "Are you okay?"

"Yes,I am. I just happened to encounter someone bullying a vulnerable person, so I just wanted to help."

After explaining, Aveline looked at Bridget, "I can provide evidence of purchasing the dress, as well as a photo of the dress hanging in my closet. Miss, what proof can you provide?"

Bridget saw that she was serious about it, but she was stubborn and said, "My agent borrowed this for me, and the proofs are all with her."

"Well, you should call your agent over and find out which dress studio she borrowed it from? That way you can do yourself justice."

"She, she left just now, how will I find her?"

"So you have no proof and you still arbitrarily accuse others and falsely report prices. It's not an exaggeration to call you a blackmailer, right?"

Bridget said nervously: "How Is thay blackmail? Don't be slanderous.

Forget it. Mrs. Sterling is so powerful that I can't afford to offend her. I will just think of it as my loss."

Bridget didn't dare to confront Alexander head-on, so she made an excuse and left in despair.

If the fuss continues and it gets out that what she was wearing is fake, she will be doomed if they get to the bottom of it.

Aveline looked at the man with his head hanging aside, "Be careful in the future, and don't compromise easily if you encounter something like this again."

"Thank you, miss, you have helped me a lot."

The cleaner thanked her and limped away.

Aveline looked at his back and sighed silently. There were too many people at the grassroots level like this. Even if she could help for a while, she wouldn't be able to help forever.

She withdrew her gaze and prepared to leave with Alexander, but she saw that Alexander's eyes were still on the departing figure.

"Alexander, isn't he pitiful?"

Alexander had a complicated expression and hummed softly.

"Let's go back."

"Okay."

After that incident, Aveline didn't want to be the focus of others' eyes, so she left hand in hand with Alexander.

When passing by Lucas, Alexander gave a low order before getting in the car.

"Okay, Mr. Sterling." Lucas left in a hurry.

Aveline stopped and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, let's go." Alexander reached out and touched her head and opened the car door for her.

The car started, and Aveline yawned and leaned into Alexander's arms.

It was snowing heavily outside, and it looked particularly beautiful under the street lights.

On such a cold winter night, there were few people outside.

Bridget complained on the phone: "Damn, I encountered a tough problem today. Originally, that poor guy was going to give me money. but he wasted time and I got busted. It's great to have money. I just made an excuse and left to avoid being caught. Also, drive the car to the back door to pick me up so no one sees me."

After hanging up the phone, she tried to rub her hands together, but it was too cold.

There was a person standing under the streetlight not far away.

Because the light was too dim, she could only see that the man was very tall, and the streetlight stretched his figure very long.

Bridget was a little nervous subconsciously. She took a special detour and there should be no one there at all.

When she looked carefully, she realized that the man was wearing cleaning clothes.

"It's you."

Bridget was no longer afraid when he saw that it was the cleaning guy from earlier on, "What are you doing here?"

"You haven't even taken the money, and you are leaving?"

Bridget was overjoyed. The duck that flew away actually flew back again.

"Since I have some conscience, I don't want so much. Just give me fifty thousand dollars."

The man was wearing a peaked cap, and his eyes could not be seen clearly under the brim of the cap.noveldrama

"Okay, I'll give it to you." The man's voice sounded particularly strange at that moment.

Seeing him limping towards her,

Bridget suddenly felt something was

wrong. Goosebumps rose on her

back and her sixth sense told her to

run away.

Just as she was about to leave, the man struck quickly and grabbed her throat withonehand.

Bridget wanted to struggle but found that she was as weak as a chicken in his hand. Her pupils became very large and she stared at the man in front of her in horror.