A Love Trap novel Chapter 56

'Uh, oh.

It might have sounded weird that I said he hooked up with some girl behind our back.

Whatever...'

Francis shook his head, trying to get rid of those thoughts in his mind.

Before Andrew could react, something else caught his attention. Francis jumped onto the bed and picked up a long strand of hair. After examining it for a split second, he went over to Andrew at once. He showed the evidence to him and grilled,"How are you going to explain this, Andrew?

It's a woman's hair. You slept with someone earlier, didn't you?"

Francis said, spitting out every word with anger.

It was as if he was an angry wife who had just caught a cheating husband.

However, Andrew's face had darkened with fury the moment Francis threw himself onto the bed.

Upon seeing his sharp gaze, Francis felt a little intimidated. 'It's obvious Andrew has a girlfriend that he doesn't want anyone to know about. It's his fault for keeping secrets. I have proof now, and besides, I did nothing wrong.' At the thought of this, Francis stood up straight.

He had no idea, or perhaps didn't even think, that he was acting like an over dramatic wife demanding for an explanation.

Without any intentions of wasting another word on Francis, Andrew whipped out his cellphone and made a quick call.

A couple of tall, hefty men in black suits appeared outside the room within seconds.

Francis saw it coming, and already had a bad vibe the moment Andrew took out his phone.

An increasing trepidation seized him at the sight of the bulky men.

"Throw him out!" Andrew's detached, emotionless voice reverberated in the room.

The men in black who were standing outside the room bowed to Andrew in unison. With their blank, cold faces, they strode towards Francis and dragged him out before he got over his shock.

"Is this how you return my kindness, Andrew? Let me go! Don't forget that I have proof of your little girlfriend!

Andrew, you'd better ask them to stop. How could you treat me this way?" Francis shouted at Andrew.

As he was dragged away, his voice trailed off. Francis had his eyes glued on Andrew until he was out of sight.

When he was finally left alone, Andrew looked at the place where Francis had lain, with his eyes full of aversion.

He walked up to the king-sized bed, preparing to change his sheets. But a couple long strands of hair caught his attention. Memories of Ashley came flooding in his mind, the very first night she slept in his bed. He changed his mind about changing his sheets because he thought Ashley's scent might still be lingering there.

He went up to lie on the side of the bed where she had slept. A faint, pleasant smell filled his senses. With a deep sigh, he let himself sink into the mattress.

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Meanwhile, Francis was dragged out of the mansion by the bodyguards.

Since his yelling and threats didn't work, he decided to change his strategy. Putting on his most charming smile, he looked at each of the guards.

"Hey, okay. I'm your boss' best friend. He was just joking. Don't take his words seriously.

You can let me go now. I can go home myself. You don't have to take me home," he negotiated.

He made it sound that he was telling the truth.

Upon hearing this, one of the men in black threw a sidelong glance at Francis. "We only follow Mr. Lu's instructions. He told us to throw you out and we must carry out his orders," one said, his face and tone devoid of any emotion.