My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)
Chapter 28

Chapter 28 How Dare You Trick Me

At the bidding, Alston sat on the stage and kept looking at his phone. The department manager next to him was scared, wondering if he did something wrong.

He couldn't figure out other reasons which made Alston so upset. Since he worked in the company for so many years, he only saw Alston's indifferent and composed side but had never seen him like this before.

"Ting-a-ling."

When the phone rang, Alston immediately bowed his head and saw the interface of chatting with Cynthia.

She replied!

Alston looked at the cute rabbit emoji on the screen, he smiled involuntarily with happiness.

This rabbit was as adorable as she was.

Until the manager next to him reminded him softly, Alston looked away from the screen. He put away his mobile phone and turned frosty again.

"Let's get started!"

The bidding officially started. Beck was sitting in the audience, full of confidence.

He had no idea what would happen next.

Although Cynthia was sore all over, she still got up early and actively prepared something for her mother. They hadn't seen each other for ten years, and she was not sure if her mother could recognize her. Cynthia estimated the bidding might be in the end so she stopped preparing things. As soon as she turned on her phone, it rang frantically.

It was Beck!

He was calling to blame her!

Cynthia gave a sheering smile. As soon as she picked up the call, a roar came across the microphone, which made her eardrum ache. "Cynthia, how dare you trick me. Didn't you say that Alston promised to help? Why did the Williams. family win the bid in the end?"

Beck hit the ceiling. He wished he could strangle Cynthia immediately.

Cynthia moved the phone away. When he had vented his anger, she put the phone near the ear

again. She said calmly, "Dad, I only said that I mentioned it to Alston, but I didn't say he promised me. You must misunderstand my words. How could you blame me?"

Beck paused. He recalled what she had said this morning. He realized she really didn't mention that the Miller family would definitely win the bid.

He was duped by her small trick!

He looked gloomy. All fake friendliness on his face was gone. He looked terrified.

"Cynthia, did you forget that I still have your mother? Since you fooled me, I'll cut off your mother's medicine. Your mother is in a serious condition. Do you know what the consequences will be if she stops taking the medicine?"

Then he gave an insidious smile. "If your mother dies, it's all because of you."

Cynthia was holding the phone and listening to his insane words. She was glad inside that she asked for Alston's help and she didn't choose to help Beck.

For such a selfish, hypocritical, and ruthless man, he would only keep pushing her and wouldn't let them go easily.

"Whatever. Beck, I don't owe you anything. From now on, I renounced you. You're not my

anymore."

"You d*mn..."

When Cynthia was done, she hung up the phone directly and blocked his number.

dad

Everytime she called him dad, she felt sick and disgusting. What she only wanted now was to break up with him and stay away from him.

As for Beck.

Before Beck finished speaking, the phone was hung up by Cynthia. Hearing the beeping sound, he

was more furious.

How could that be? Didn't Cynthia care most about her mother? Why was she so fearless just now?

After the anger, Beck got more suspicious about it. He had a sense of foreboding in his heart. He hurriedly drove to the sanatorium where Cynthia's mother lived. This sanatorium was run secretly by the Miller family. He put Cynthia's mother in captivity for ten

years, and no one knew it.

If it was in the past, he has absolute confidence that Cynthia wouldn't replace it here. Now he was not

sure.

Because Cynthia was so calm and it was not normal!

As soon as he got off the car, the dean had received a message in advance to meet him at the gate. "Mr. Miller, why make you come here?"

"Where's Lynn? Is she good?" Beck didn't have time to greet him and asked directly.

The dean was stunned. "Didn't you send someone to take her out this morning?"

"When did I... d*mn it!" When Beck was in the middle of his speech, he thought of something. His eyes suddenly showed rage. Then he punched hard on the trunk next to him.

The dean was startled. Looking at his expression, he knew that something might have happened.

"Did... did those people use your name..."

Beck looked at him with gloomy eyes, "Didn't I say you can only let her go after I come here? Don't you remember what I said?"

The dean felt embarrassed. "Those people said that you were going to attend a very important bidding and you didn't have time to come. They also brought a lot of your relevant documents. I called you but I couldn't get through. So I asked them to take Lynn away."

"Oh yes. They also left this letter, saying it was something very important. They asked me to keep it and give it to you next time you come."

Then he took out an envelope from her white coat pocket.

Beck opened the seal and there was a note in it.

"Mr. Miller, it's illegal and criminal to detain others for ten years. In order not to put you in jail, I took her away. No need to worry about her.”

The handwriting looked aggressive and delicate.

As Beck had cooperated with the Smith family for so many years, he knew the letter was from Alston. He was so angry that he directly crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it to the ground, and stepped on it fiercely.

Alston was just a green boy for him. He must overestimate himself to trick Beck.

As he lost two pawns at once, he beat his breast in anger.

When he was extremely angry, Beck suddenly thought of something. He hurriedly took out his phone and made a phone call.

The call quickly got through. He held his phone in a sullen face. "Mr. Clare, I've thought about it. Our family will fully support you..."

Seeing that it was already afternoon, Cynthia packed up her things. Different from her past simplicity, she put on delicate makeup. She wanted her mother to see that she lived well these

years.

She was wearing a mauve dress. She had a neat figure with delicate features. When she stood there quietly, she was like a lilac in the bud, quiet and charming.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, she got a call from Alston.

A deep and mellow voice came through the microphone. "Your mother has come back. She was in the central hospital, which had our shares. You don't have to worry about Beck making trouble." His simple words made her settle down.

"I'll come right away!" Cynthia's eyes were full of joy. She ran out carrying her bag.

"Wait for me at home, I'm on the way back. I'll take you to the hospital later." Alston could feel her extreme happiness, which made him happy at the same time.

"Alston, thank you." Cynthia stopped running. She looked down at her leather shoes and thanked him quietly.

"Not at all. I'm just on my way."

In less than ten minutes after they hung up, a black car drove up.

It was Alston's car.

Cynthia waved excitedly and trotted over. When she opened the back door, she found there was a woman sitting in the passenger seat.

Hulda held her injured finger and looked at her with a big smile. "Cynthia, you also go to the

hospital!"

Cynthia's good mood was totally destroyed. The smile on her disappeared and she looked at Alston

with confusion.

Alston had been staring at Cynthia for a long time when she came over. He was so surprised as he had never seen her dress up seriously. Her usual face was pretty enough and her makeup today made her more charming.

The collar covered her neck tightly while the bruise he left on her fair skin last night could be

vaguely seen.

Alston's eyes become deeper as he looked at her.

As it was dark inside the car, Cynthia didn't notice him. But Hulda could clearly see his expression.

Hulda clenched her teeth, trying to suppress the jealousy in her heart. She pretended to look at

Cynthia kindly.

"I accidentally cut my finger. Alston insisted on taking me to the hospital. I heard you're also going to the central hospital, so I asked the driver to pick you up. I don't need to go to the hospital. He's just making a fuss."

The car was Alston's car and Alston was her husband. But Hulda was acting like a hostess and pretended to be considerate for her.

Cynthia's eyes suddenly became cold. She pulled the door to the maximum and pointed directly to

the outside.

"If so, get out!"

"What?"

Hulda suddenly froze