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Deep Love Hidden From Him novel Chapter 646

Everleigh smiled. She still needed to thank him. After all, he had been working hard on this matter for more than 20 years. There was no reason to put all the blame on him.

"Miss Trevino, do you believe it was your aunt who did this?" Elvir looked at her with a stern look on his face.

She pursed her lips and said nothing. After a while, she said, "I actually don't know if I should believe it or not. What happened recently has gone beyond my scope. I am unable to understand many of my aunt's actions."

"Well, that means you believe she's the one. I've met your aunt before. She seemed to have something planned in her mind. I get goosebumps every time I see her."

He had never said this to anyone because of Missha's identity. She was a member of the Jenkins family and was close to Saniogo.

There was no reason to doubt her in this matter.

However, Qusay's words reminded him quite a bit. The people of the Jenkins family had indeed gone over to the scene that year, but he didn't suspect them.

"You are more inclined to Qusay's words, aren't you?"

"Yes, I do believe his words." Everleigh did not deny it. She had a bad impression of Missha then.

She felt that things were a little different from what she thought.

"Be careful about what's going on with your aunt. She's not a simple person to deal with."

"I have had a taste of it." She smiled wryly. Wilson was the best example, wasn't he?

He sighed softly and said no more. He turned and walked out.

In the afternoon, Everleigh received a call from Missha, who wanted to take her to dinner with the two children.

"Alright." Everleigh couldn't refuse.

Missha came to find Everleigh and they went to pick Alastair and Adrienne up. When the two children saw that their mother was coming over, their hearts were filled with joy. "Mommy."

"Alastair, Adrienne, hurry up and get in the car. We're going for delicious food." Missha waved, gesturing for them to come over.

"Okay."

They took the children to a restaurant. Missha knew what Alastair and Adrienne liked and ordered a lot of food.

"Aunt Missha, that's a little too much."

"It's fine since they like it." Missha waved, turned to Adrienne and said, "Adrienne, eat whatever you like. If it's not enough, just tell me."

"Okay." Adrienne ate a lot of food. Her face was full of cream from the cake.

It looked funny.

Alastair looked neat and tidy as usual.

"Everleigh, you raised your children well." Looking at Alastair, Missha was very satisfied.

A boy should be more polite so that he would look like a gentleman.

"I've never needed to worry about Alastair. He has his own opinions."

"It's a good thing to have your own opinions. It's much better than blindly following others," Missha said softly and looked up at her niece. "Everleigh, are you still angry?"

"Why should I be?"

"You have been a bit estranged from me during this period of time. I know it all. Everleigh, can't you just say what's in your mind?" This dinner was arranged because Missha wanted to have a good talk with her.

Everleigh held her cutlery and ate slowly. The complicated emotions in her eyes could be seen clearly.

"Aunt Missha, I'm disappointed with what's going on between you and Wilson. I believe that you are aware of his character. Why are you working with him? I don't believe a word of your excuse. Aunt Missha, tell me honestly, what is your purpose for doing this?" Everleigh looked at her indifferently.

Missha looked into the pair of eyes and was a little absent-minded. After a long while, she finally said, "Everleigh, you'll understand why I'm doing this in the future."

"Why can't you say it now? I hate to see dirty tricks. To me, you're just finding an excuse for yourself," Everleigh replied coldly. She was unwilling to accept the fact that everything turned out that way.

What was Missha's intention? She really couldn't see through her thoughts.

"Everleigh, I'm doing this out of goodwill. I'm doing this for your own good."

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