My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston)
Chapter 59

Chapter 59 I'll Tell You Everything

After Alston took care of the online rumors, he planned to focus on dealing with Ivan.

Ivan was in a good mood these days. As long as Alston was troubled, he would be very happy. Alston knew that he did all of this, but he had no evidence. So the more madder Alston was, the happier Ivan was Usually, Ivan wouldn't be there for the meeting, but this time he unexpectedly came early. He sat down and looked at Alston, smiling wildly.

Alston gave a glance at him and looked away again.

After the crowd dispersed, Alston was about to leave when Ivan suddenly came up to him. Ivan said in an annoying tone, "Alston, why are you not with your assistant?"

Alston stood up, who was half a head taller than Ivan. He gazed down at Ivan with his eyes full of arrogance and contempt.

That was what Ivan hated most about Alston.

Seeing Alston turn around to leave, Ivan said, "By the way, how's Cynthia? I heard that she was pushed down from upstairs. That sounds awful."

Alston paused. His tall figure stood upright.

Ivan's eyes were full of excitement. He knew this would drive Alston mad and he knew Cynthia was always a

trusted bait to provoke him.

"What's your problem?" Alston turned his head, with a hint of sternness in his cold eyes.

Ivan pretended to be innocent and said, “Alston, I just want to care about Cynthia. Why are you angry?"

Alston said with a sneer, "Watch yourself. I guess you haven't learned your lesson from the last time you slapped yourself?"

Hearing what he mentioned, Ivan's eyes changed.

That was the deepest disgrace in his life. Thinking of being forced to slap himself in front of everyone, he

wished he could kill them all.

After that banquet, he didn't go out for a whole month. He didn't dare to come out until everyone had almost forgotten about it. But Alston mentioned it again.

When he was angry, Alston had already walked away. Looking at his leisurely pace, Ivan was furious. He threatened, "You'd better take good care of her. Don't let her get hurt again."

The malice in his words was obvious.

Alston's eyes darkened in an instant. When returning to the office, he threw his fist on the desk.

Greg happened to come in. Seeing this scene, he tensed up. "Mr. Smith, we have found Caleb Hayes."

"Take me there!" Upon hearing this, Alston walked past him towards the door.

Greg gave a glance at the dented desk and calmly told the new assistant to replace it. Then he followed Alston away from the company.

In the suburbs, there was an empty warehouse.

Caleb was lying on the ground with his hands and feet bound. The cold ground made him wake up suddenly.

He was terrified and didn't know why he was here.

The surrounding area was empty. When the wind blew, it seeped in through the small gaps and made a whimpering sound as if a ghost was crying. Caleb's face turned pale with fright.

A good conscience is a soft pillow. He pushed a woman down not long ago and was still panicking. How could he not be afraid?

When he was in extreme fear, the door was opened. The strong wind blew in and the clothing of the man standing at the door made a rustling sound.

Although Caleb was bound tightly, his mouth was not sealed. The surrounding was empty. No one could hear

him at all.

"Who... are you... Why... you kidnapped me? It's... against the law!"

The outskirts were much colder than the city. Caleb's lips were blue and he spoke intermittently.

After hearing this, Alston smiled sarcastically. "This is not kidnapping. I just want to ask you something."

His tone was cold and his eyes looked dark. Caleb felt even colder after being glanced at.

"What do you want? What do you want to know?"

Alston approached him, with the clatter of his shoes when stepping on the ground.

The person behind brought a chair in time. Alston sat down leisurely and stared at Caleb. "A few days ago, you pushed Doctor Miller downstairs in the hospital, didn't you?" Caleb's heart skipped a beat. He knew that was why he was caught.

He shook his head quickly and said, "No, it's not me. I didn't go to the hospital that day."

"Who can prove it!"

Caleb showed a bitter expression. "I'm at home alone. I divorced my wife a few days ago. I've been drinking at

home and never went out."

"Oh, I see."

Seeing that Alston didn't believe it, Caleb struggled to sit up. He said, "Believe me. I really didn't do it. I only heard the news from the Internet. I don't even know her. How could I do that?" Alston was indifferent. "Caleb, I don't have enough patience. If you admit it and tell me about your deal with

Ivan, I can make you suffer less. Otherwise..."

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Caleb frowned. The man in front of him had a pair of sharp eyes. Caleb didn't doubt what he said at all, but

he couldn't admit it.

Caleb gritted his teeth and looked at Alston. He said resolutely, "I didn't do this. I also don't know Ivan!"

Alston ran out of patience. He moved his fingers. Then a bodyguard stood up behind him, walking towards Caleb aggressively.

Looking at the bodyguard's strong muscles, Caleb subconsciously trembled. Before he reacted, he had already been punched in his waist, making him feel his ribs were about to be broken. Alston looked coldly at him writhing in pain. He asked again, "Are you going to say it or not?"

Caleb's forehead was full of cold sweat. "I don't know. I didn't do it. You have no evidence. When I get out, ! will definitely sue you!"

Alston stroked the delicate crystal cufflinks on his sleeve and said casually, "Do you think I'll let you out alive

if you don't tell me?"

His careless glance made Caleb feel chills in his spine. Thinking of what Ivan had promised him, Caleb

gritted his teeth and drooped his head without saying anything.

The bodyguard bashed him black and blue and he looked helpless and miserable.

Seeing that Caleb was out of breath, Alston gently raised his hand. Then the bodyguard stopped beating and

stepped aside.

Alston stood up and looked down at Caleb as if he was looking at a poor clown. He said in a hoarse and cold voice, "Caleb, you went to the hospital a month ago and you're in the later stage of lung cancer." Caleb, who was not swayed at first, suddenly raised his head from the ground when hearing this.

Alston remained poker-faced. "Let me guess what Ivan promised you..."

Caleb looked hideous. The veins on his neck were bulging because of excitement.

"Ivan must promise to give you enough money. After you die, he will ask someone to take care of your wife and son. Find the best school for your son until your son grows up."

Alston kept looking at Caleb as he said this. Seeing his pupils dilating, Alston smiled faintly.

"I said it right, didn't I!"

Caleb struggled. He stared at Alston and wanted to punch him.

Alston squatted down and looked at him. "How can you trust a guy like Ivan? Smart people won't make a deal with him. Believe it or not. He will not take care of your wife and children after you die. If they put his interests under threat, he will even kill them."

"Impossible!" Caleb yelled, "Mr. Ivan gave me ten thousand. He said he would take care of my wife and children, and he won't go back on his word."

After saying this, Caleb was stunned when a smile showed on Alston's face.

Alston tricked him so he blurted out the deal between him and Ivan.

Caleb was flustered. He quickly explained, "No, I don't know Ivan. I'm talking nonsense! I lied!"

"It's too late!" Alston clapped his hands. A few people with recording equipment came out beside him.

Caleb became more excited. He struggled fiercely and wanted to kill Alston. "Alston, you are despicable. You

tricked me!"

Alston turned around and looked at him indifferently. "Yeah, it was a trap. But what I said is the truth... Besides, do you think I can't do what Ivan can do?"

Caleb was puzzled. "What... what do you mean?"

Alston threw a few photos in front of him, all of which were of his wife and son.

Caleb's face turned pale. He raised his head in panic and said, "How is it possible? I have already sent them

abroad. No one can replace them. How do you..."

Alston said with a sneer, "Your son is very cute. I thought that if you don't confess, I will bring them to catch

up with you."

"Don't touch my son." Caleb roared excitedly. When looking at Alston's cold eyes, he lowered his voice. "Mr. Smith, please, don't hurt my son. I will tell you everything!"

Alston stood upright and said unsympathetically, "Your son is the one you care about. You don't want others to hurt him. For me, Cynthia is also the one I care about the most. How could I allow others to hurt her?"