My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)
Chapter 122

My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols Chapter 122 You Can't Stay Here

Alston and Lloyd didn't replace any clues, so they went back to the Smith family. Just as they got there, they saw Greg standing at the door, frowning.

"Greg, what's going on?"

Seeing that Alston was back, Greg's expression brightened. "Mr. Smith, Ms. Brooks has left just now. She took away the jewelry and some clothes in her room."

"OK." Alston didn't care about these at all. He just ordered, "Send all her things to her after she replaces a place to stay."

Greg nodded. And then he asked worriedly, "Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith... I heard that she felt uncomfortable just now and was in the hospital. Now that she hasn't come back yet, would there be something wrong?' Alston was stunned for a moment. He got a hint from Cynthia that she pretended to be uncomfortable on purpose, and they deliberately acted the drama for Stella and the wire-puller. Now she was probably at her

mom's place.

"Pack up her personal belongings and send them to Maple Garden. And ask Mrs. Lewis to go take care of her

there," Alston ordered.

And then he got into house with Lloyd.

Looking at their backs, Greg sighed. Mrs. Smith was pregnant, and he thought that they would be in harmony, but he didn't expect that there would be such an incident.

Stella was so hateful. When could she stop messing around?

The photo was found in the mailbox in front of the Smith family. Alston and Lloyd checked it and found that there was someone who put the envelope into the mailbox in the early morning. He was wearing a black coat,

scarf, mask, and sunglasses.

After dropping the envelope, he looked around and then left after seeing no one else.

That person was well-disguised, he covered any inches of skin that could be seen. They could only see that he was short and thin, but couldn't tell if he was a man or a woman.

"This person should be someone both Cynthia and I know. It should be Clare, or Hulda, or one of the Miller

family."

Alston got up after watching the surveillance video. His expression was cold.

Lloyd was stunned for a moment and thought it through. "If it was a stranger, he should ask for money with those photos, but the wire-puller didn't ask for anything. He just wanted to use the photos to provoke the relationship between you and Mrs. Smith. I think you're right."

Alston snorted, and there was anger in his eyes. "It seems that they are too idle. Lloyd, start the plan. Suppress the Miller family and Clare!"

Hearing that, Lloyd stood up straight with a serious look and said, "Yes, Mr. Smith!"

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Stella dragged her big suitcase and stood in front of Clare's villa with a nervous expression.

She had nowhere to go after she moved out of the Smith family. For her robbing her younger sister's marriage

and climbing onto Bryan's bed back then, the Brooks family hated her so much that they didn't recognize her

as a family since then. Now she could only go to Clare's place.

Stella took a deep breath, stepped forward and rang the doorbell. After a while, a servant answered the door. The servant had worked for Clare for a long time, so she was familiar with Stella. Seeing the suitcase next to her, she was surprised. "Mrs. Smith, you..."

Stella felt a little anger to be stared by her. She scolded, "Get my things in now."

After saying that, she pushed aside the servant and entered the villa naturally as if she got home.

The servant was stunned for a moment. She didn't dare to offend Stella, so she could only bring the big

suitcase in.

Sitting on the sofa, Stella took the water the servant handed her and asked, "Where's Clare?"

The servant answered, "He's sleeping upstairs and hasn't woken up yet."

Stella nodded. After thinking for a while, she put down the water and walked to the stairs.

The servant stopped her anxiously and said, "Mrs. Smith, you can't disturb Mr. Clare when he sleeps. He will

be angry."

Stella smiled and pushed her hand away. She said arrogantly, "I'm not someone else. He won't be mad at me." When the servant was stunned, Stella avoided her and walked up to the second floor.

The expression on the servant's face was complexities, as if she had spied some secret. There was an uneasy feeling in her heart.

The door of Clare's bedroom was ajar. Stella walked in there quietly and looked around the room, feeling

satisfied.

She had met Clare privately for so many years and had never been to his bedroom. Seeing Clare lying on the bed, she hesitated and moved over quietly, trying to get into his quilt.

As soon as she lay down on the bed, Clare suddenly woke up and looked at her vigilantly. Seeing that it was Stella, his expression changed drastically. He said angrily, "Why are you here?” Stella had never seen him like this before. She was taken aback and fell off the bed. And then she yelled out

in pain.

The servant was guarding the stairwell. Hearing Clare's roar and Stella's cry of pain, she hurried over. "Why did you let her in?" Clare questioned the servant.

The servant's face turned pale with fear. "I reminded her that you don't like to be disturbed when you are sleeping, but Mrs. Smith... She said she was special to you..."

Clare tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart. Rubbing the space between his eyebrows, he asked

the servant to leave.

Then he looked at Stella, she still looked aggrieved. Clare was still angry, but his voice softened a lot. "Didn't I tell you not to come here to replace me? If you want to see me, send me a message, and I will take you to a hidden place. Now you come here so casually, what if Alston replaces it..."

"He has already found it out!" Stella interrupted him dissatisfied.

"What?" Clare was stunned.

Mentioning this, Stella was full of anger. "He knew it from the beginning, and he just endured it until now." Stella told Clare what happened in the hospital today, and then she looked a little embarrassed. "I have been

kicked out by him now, and I have nowhere to go, so I can only come to you!"

Clare got up from the bed, lit a cigarette irritably and frowned. "You... You can't stay here."

"Why?" Stella was stunned for a moment and then became emotional. She shouted with a sharp and piercing voice, "Clare, what do you mean? I have been with you for so many years regardless of everything. And I did so many things for you. Now Alston kicked me out, and I have nowhere to go, you don't even want to take me

in?"

Clare was agitated even more by her harsh voice, but he comforted her, "Don't be angry. Listen to me."

"What else are you going to say?" Stella was comforted by his gentle voice, but she was still full of anger.

Clare drew on the cigarette and said, "Ivan will be released from prison in a few days..."

"What?" Stella's eyes widened suddenly. She said in surprise, "Isn't there still three months..."

"He's doing very well in prison. And I've done something to get out early." Thinking of his son, Clare's expression softened. "He's coming back, so you can't stay here."

Stella's expression changed, but she didn't say anything. The relationship between her and Clare was immoral. It was bad enough for Alston to know about it, they must keep it a secret in front of Ivan. "Then what should I do?" Stella looked at him sadly. "When you left Smith Group, I sold my house to collect money for you. I supported you so wholeheartedly, you can't let me live in the streets!" Clare's eyes flickered. He avoided Stella's eyes and said, "I will take you to the hotel first. I got a villa, I'll send

you there after I got someone to tidy it up."

Although Stella was still dissatisfied, she had no other choice but to reluctantly agree.

Clare sent her to the door of the hotel and then left after answering a call.

Stella asked the hotel staff to bring her things to the room. The staff was too thin and the suitcase was too heavy, so just as the staff walked, he fell and the suitcase opened. And the precious jewelry in the suitcase

spilled out.

The staff was taken aback and hurriedly picked up the things.

Stella was very upset. And now seeing that her suitcase was dropped, she got angry and kicked the staff. "Be

careful. You can't afford to pay for my jewelry if you break them."

The staff let out a cry of pain, responded in a low voice, and put the spilled jewelry in the suitcase. And then he carefully took the suitcase into the elevator after Stella.

Stella was in a rage and didn't notice that the cleaner aside glanced at her suitcase secretly, with a flash of

greed in his eyes.