After I finished speaking, I picked up my bag and turned to leave.
A brief shock flashed through Ferris’s eyes.
He watched my determined departing figure, his mind still echoing with my uncompromising words, unable to recover for a long time.
Was this still that Aurora?
That wife who used to endure everything submissively, even remaining silent?
For some reason, being confronted by me so thoroughly, he didn’t feel angry, but rather felt that I… had changed.
He had underestimated me before.
There was a gentle knock at the door–Simon walked in.
“Alpha Ferris.”
His expression was cold: “What is it?”
“The stock of our medical company has already started falling because of Ashley’s matter. Should we let the medical institute handle it themselves, or should we send PR to intervene?”
He had previously instructed that Ashley’s matters should no longer involve him, so Simon didn’t dare make decisions on his own.
Ferris rubbed his temples, “Go investigate someone–therapist Moonveil, the person who originally made the post.”
Hearing this, Simon thought he was preparing to help Ashley handle the public opinion and immediately nodded,
“Yes.”
Two hours later, he returned to report.
“This Miss Moonveil is very famous in the medical field, has treated many important figures in wolf packs, and has developed many medications. She has an excellent reputation and high medical skills.”
He paused, then added: “We found out… she’s actually your Luna.”
“Aurora?” Ferris’s eyes suddenly sharpened, his whole body leaning forward slightly.
Simon nodded, “We used special channels to confirm it. Moonveil is her.”
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Ferris was stunned, his eyes showing confusion.
No wonder she was so angry just now. The plagiarized work was something she had personally developed.
She wasn’t that gentle, harmless little wife.
She had her own real name, her own achievements–a side of her he had never understood.
He suddenly realized he had never truly known her.
How many years had he… ignored her?
But then again, the results of the investigation might not even be true.
After all, Ferris simply couldn’t believe that his quiet, unremarkable wife might have another side to her.
After Ferris came to his senses, his voice turned cold: “This matter, besides me, no one else can know.”
“And continue the investigation until the evidence is conclusive.”
“Yes,” Simon acknowledged.
Before leaving, he turned back to ask: “What about Ashley’s matter?”
“No PR,” Ferris flipped through documents, his tone as calm as discussing an expendable deal.
“One medical company, I can still afford to lose.”
Simon frowned, somewhat puzzled. Ferris had always been a calculating person who never made losing deals.
“But… this way our company’s reputation will also be dragged down.”
Ferris turned to the last page of his documents, his tone neither light nor heavy: “The consequences she caused should be borne by herself.”
“If she can’t do well in the medical field, then she shouldn’t do it.”
This sentence was like a judgmental blade, cutting the last thread of decency between Ferris and Ashley.
Simon heard the weight of these words.
This meant he was going to abandon Ashley.
All these years, he had done enough for her, yet she was greedy and insatiable, even demanding marriage.
Ferris didn’t want to give anymore.
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Chapter 132
After leaving the villa, I got in the car and had the driver take me directly back to the apartment.
Shortly after the car left the company, I vaguely felt a car following behind.
But when I turned to look, I saw nothing.
I thought I was being paranoid, since there had been too many things happening recently and my nerves were on edge.
I didn’t pay much attention to it.
I didn’t know that someone was secretly watching me.
It was Drew–wearing a baseball cap, driving an ordinary taxi, he had been monitoring my every move for days.
Usually, I either had a driver with me or was active in areas with high crowd density, so he hadn’t found an opportunity to get close.
But he was waiting.
Waiting for that right moment.
Today, he followed again, silently calculating every possible opportunity to strike.
In the car, he took out his phone and sent a text to Ashley.
“Ashley, I said I could protect you, and I definitely can. Don’t worry, I’ll help you eliminate all your threats.”
Ashley was getting beauty treatments at a beauty salon when her phone vibrated gently.
She opened the text and saw those words, along with a photo
In the photo was a familiar Bentley–my car, parked under an office building.
Her eyes immediately turned cold, her fingers quickly typing out a line:
“If you can do it, I’ll definitely go back to Los Angeles with you.”
When she said this, a faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, as if she had finally grasped the chips to counter everything.
“Go, Drew. Kill that woman. I’ll be waiting for your good news.”
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