Chapter 395 Caught
Lauren first thought of Quentin, but then she dismissed the idea. If Quentin had come, she wouldn't still be in this rundown factory.
"Do you have some kind of scheme?" Lauren asked warily.
Gregory was silent, seemingly hesitant. After a long pause, he said, "I just don't want you to be deceived by Quentin."
As he spoke, Gregory reached into his pocket, pulled out a photo, and handed it to Lauren. "Remember I said Quentin only needs Odette? This is the proof. Although it's cruel, I think you need to know. I'm genuinely looking out for you, but Quentin has forgotten you."
Lauren ignored Gregory's string of words and took the photo without hesitation. When she saw the content, her vision blurred, and her heart ached.
The photo was one Gregory had Odette Photoshop. The content was predictable, but unfortunately, Lauren didn't know this. She believed the photo in front of her.
"Gregory, where did you get this photo?" Lauren asked, her voice trembling. She desperately hoped the photo was fake.
Unfortunately, the photo was fake, and she asked the wrong person.
"Of course, Quentin gave it to me," Gregory said, delivering his pre-prepared line. To add credibility, he added, "Otherwise, how could I get such a private photo? I don't have a hobby of secretly taking pictures."
With that, Lauren believed him without a doubt.
"Quentin," Lauren murmured, her large eyes filled with sorrow. She held back her tears, her vision blurred, unable to see the sinister smile on Gregory's lips.
"Lauren, don't be sad. I'll help you get revenge on that bastard," Gregory reached out, trying to pull Lauren into his arms, but she pushed him away.
"Thank you for your kindness," Lauren said warily, curling up in a corner to keep Gregory at a distance. "I was blind to fall for Quentin. You don't need to stand up for me."
"But," Gregory feigned sadness for Lauren. Just as he was about to say something, the sound of police sirens came from outside the factory.
Quentin entered, leading armed police officers who rolled up the shutter door.
"Mr. Walker, you're suspected of a kidnapping case. Please come with us." The lead officer showed his badge to Gregory, then handcuffed him.
Gregory looked around and realized Odette, who was supposed to be guarding the door, was gone. She must have seen the police cars and fled, fearing another run-in with the law!
"How did you find this place?" Gregory asked.
Quentin opened a laptop and showed it to him, coldly saying, "Thanks to your ID tracking."
Knowing the truth, Gregory laughed. He had always enjoyed manipulating others, but this time he was outwitted by Quentin.
"Quentin," Gregory called out angrily.
Quentin walked over with a grim expression, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He wanted to skin Gregory alive. "Mr. Walker, do you really like my wife so much?"
"Mr. Robinson, that's too much. Lauren and I are both willing. Why is it okay for you to have Odette but not for Lauren to have me?" Gregory said, glancing at Lauren, who was too absorbed in her pain to care about their conversation.
Quentin's teeth ground together. Seeing Lauren's lack of reaction, he mistakenly thought she agreed with Gregory.
"Take him away!" Quentin roared at the officers behind him.
The police immediately pushed Gregory towards the patrol car.
Gregory laughed coldly all the way, throwing one last sentence at Quentin. "Quentin, you'd better kill me, or I won't let you off easily."
A few minutes later.
The factory was silent, with only Lauren and Quentin left, their breathing audible in the stillness.
Both were lost in their thoughts, neither willing to speak first, as if playing a game where the first to talk would lose.
Lauren sat on a bed that seemed out of place in the factory, wearing oversized clothes that weren't hers, buttoned just at the chest, revealing her body at the right angle.
'Did Lauren really sleep with Gregory?' Quentin couldn't help but think.
But seeing her lack of reaction, with only red-rimmed eyes, she didn't look like someone caught in betrayal.
But if they didn't sleep together, where were Lauren's original clothes?
Why was she wearing someone else's clothes?
Quentin's mood worsened with his thoughts.
'Forget it, I'll ask her later.' Quentin advised himself, reaching out to hold Lauren's hand, but she instinctively pulled away.
Quentin frowned in displeasure. Lauren was surprised; she had intended to hold Quentin's hand, but the photo's content suddenly flashed in her mind.
Lauren wanted to explain, but seeing Quentin's grim face, she swallowed her words.
'Forget it, it's not necessary,' Lauren thought.
She wouldn't care about Quentin's thoughts anymore. After all, Quentin was a man who could sleep with his lover even after his wife went missing.
Lauren and Quentin's silence stretched on until a familiar voice broke it.
Noah's voice came before he appeared. "Quentin, why did you come here without saying a word?"
"Are you in such a hurry?" Noah finally entered, panting as if he had run. His sharp eyes noticed Lauren's ill-fitting shirt.
His first instinct was that he had walked into a passionate scene.
No wonder Quentin rushed over; it made sense. Noah misunderstood their silence as post-interruption displeasure.
"Should I not be here right now?" Noah scratched his face, awkwardly preparing to leave, but Quentin's voice called him back.
"Take Lauren back to the Robinson Family Villa," Quentin's tone was non-negotiable.
Noah looked at Lauren, wanting to ask what had happened between them. Quentin gave a cold smile and shook his head at Noah.
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