CHAPTER 9

Caroline immediately grabbed Alice.

"Sir, I'm sorry about my daughter's behavior. She's just being silly."

"Yes, she is."

After watching the video, the policemen put on a stern expression.

"Intentional injury, slander, illegal possession of others' property, and repeated offenses. Alice Jenkins, we are placing you under arrest for those charges."

After saying that, the police took out a set of handcuffs. With no room to resist, Alice's arms were cuffed behind her back.

The look on Caroline's and Jack's faces changed dramatically.

Meanwhile, inside the CEO's office of the Marshall Group, a knock could be heard from the door.

"Come in," said Lennon.

As soon as Ivan heard him speak, he entered the office, put down the document on Lennon's desk, and said, "Mr. Marshall, something happened to Ms. Morgan's…"

Lennon didn't even raise his head when he interrupted, "I've already divorced her. I don't have anything to do with her, even if she's dead."

"It's not about Miss Morgan…" Ivan hesitated for a moment and continued, "It's about Alice Jenkins, Irene's half-sister."

Upon hearing that, Lennon looked at Ivan in the eye.

"Alice?"

Ivan nodded. "Irene went back to Alice's place this morning. She called the police to drive Alice and her parents out for trespassing.

During the process, Alice must've done something to Irene. That's why the police arrested Alice, and Irene has told her lawyer to sue Alice.

They're demanding her to issue a public apology in a newspaper, and kneel at the gate of her house for three days and nights. Otherwise, Irene will not withdraw the lawsuit, and Alice will be sent to jail."

The veins on Lennon's temples began to show.

"Alice might not be able to accompany you to the dinner party tonight. Shall I arrange another female companion for you?" Ivan asked respectfully.

"No, that's okay," Lennon replied.

He slammed the pen in his hand on the table, gritted his teeth, and ordered, "Send someone to bring Irene here!"

Ivan was surprised by his command. "Are you saying that…"

A cold smile appeared on Lennon's face.

"Didn't Irene do something to Alice just because I was going to take her to the dinner party?

This isn't new. She has done something more horrible than this in the past. I really thought that I'd be able to get rid of her after the divorce, but… Well, in that case, I'll bring her along as she wishes."

Ivan's heart sank. It seemed that Lennon was going to make Irene's life miserable tonight.

Irene's old bedroom had been occupied by Alice for a long time.

Although she had asked the maids to throw out everything that Alice owned, the bedroom still needed to be cleaned thoroughly before it could be used.

And so, Irene decided to take a nap in the guest room for the time being.

By the time she woke up, it was already three in the afternoon.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, and the murmuring voice in her mind gradually dissipated as she regained her senses.

Irene sat upright, putting her hand on her forehead. She felt beads of sweat touching her fingertips.

It seemed that she had a dream. To be exact, it wasn't a dream.

While she was asleep, she heard a voice keep calling out to her. The voice was hoarse and melancholic, crying and calling out her name.

The intertwined emotions left her heart broken, and the overwhelming waves of emotion almost drowned her.

Irene knew that these emotions belonged to her body's original owner.

But something bothered her. Why were those emotions so strong? They were so overwhelming that she felt uncomfortable.

Was the soul of the original owner of this body still inside her?

When that thought crossed her mind, Irene looked at her palms and then herself. She was certain that there was nothing strange going on with her body, aside from the sadness lurking in her heart.

"Miss Morgan."

Irene's thoughts were interrupted by Andy's voice coming from outside the door.

She decided to set her inhibitions aside for now, got out of bed, and opened the door.

When she saw the pile of documents that Andy was carrying, Irene raised her eyebrows.

"Let's talk in the study."

He nodded in agreement and followed her into the study.

The second Irene sat down, Andy put the stack of documents on the desk in front of her.

There, she found the certificate of property ownership on top of the documents.

"This is the equity assignment agreement. This one is the property handover form, and the certificate of ownership of this house," said Andy.

Irene smiled. "Are these all?"

"Well, not exactly. There are also some billing records and some other reports about the Morgan Group over the years," Andy added.

"From this point forward, the Morgan Group is yours."

Irene flipped through the documents casually, and then she turned her attention to Andy.

Upon noticing the awkwardness on his face, she closed the file and asked, "Is there something else you'd like to say to me?"

"Well…"

"Bang!"

All of a sudden, two muscular men kicked the door open and broke in.

A maid followed them in with a panicked look. "Miss Morgan, they broke into the house all of a sudden. I couldn't stop them."

"Who are you?" Andy looked at the intruders.

"Miss Morgan, you're coming with us," said one of them.

Once he finished talking, they walked past Andy and tried to catch Irene. However, she managed to avoid them.

Their appearances alone showed that the intruders were agile and capable fighters.

Irene wouldn't be able to escape from them because her fighting skills weren't extensive, and she clearly wouldn't win over these sturdy men.

Andy shielded her with his body at once.

"What are you planning to do with her?" he asked.

"Get out of my way," the intruder warned him.

"This is trespassing. It's illegal! Believe it or not—"

Before Andy could finish, he felt a cold, hard steel being pressed against his forehead.

The intruder was pressing a gun against his head at this moment.

Beads of sweat broke out of Andy's forehead as he felt his heart racing and his face turning pale.

Through the curtains, the sunlight reached the gun, and it reflected the silver light.

Irene's eyes widened.

"I'm coming with you. Just let him go!"

Andy looked at the men in black and stammered, "Miss Morgan…"

She understood why he was worried, so she nodded to reassure him.

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. They're not gonna hurt me."

Right after she said that, Irene's eyes fell on the brooches on the chests of the intruders.

The brooches were tear-drop-shaped gems made of obsidian.

It was the symbol of the security agency owned by the Marshall Group.

Only one man was capable of mobilizing them, and it was none other than Lennon.