My Sleeping Beauty Husband novel (Cynthia and Alston) novel Chapter 122

My Sleeping Beauty Husband by Lyanna Nichols Chapter 122 You Can’t Stay Here

Alston and Lloyd didn’t find any clues, so they went back to the Smith family. Just as they got there, they saw Greg standing at the door, frowning.

“Greg, what’s going on?”

Seeing that Alston was back, Greg’s expression brightened. “Mr. Smith, Ms. Brooks has left just now. She took away the jewelry and some clothes in her room.”

“OK.” Alston didn’t care about these at all. He just ordered, “Send all her things to her after she finds a place to stay.”

Greg nodded. And then he asked worriedly, “Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith… I heard that she felt uncomfortable just now and was in the hospital. Now that she hasn’t come back yet, would there be something wrong?”

Alston was stunned for a moment. He got a hint from Cynthia that she pretended to be uncomfortable on purpose, and they deliberately acted the drama for Stella and the wire-puller. Now she was probably at her

mom’s place.

“Pack up her personal belongings and send them to Maple Garden. And ask Mrs. Lewis to go take care of her

there,” Alston ordered.

And then he got into house with Lloyd.

Looking at their backs, Greg sighed. Mrs. Smith was pregnant, and he thought that they would be in harmony, but he didn’t expect that there would be such an incident.

Stella was so hateful. When could she stop messing around?

The photo was found in the mailbox in front of the Smith family. Alston and Lloyd checked it and found that there was someone who put the envelope into the mailbox in the early morning. He was wearing a black coat,

scarf, mask, and sunglasses.

After dropping the envelope, he looked around and then left after seeing no one else.

That person was well-disguised, he covered any inches of skin that could be seen. They could only see that he was short and thin, but couldn’t tell if he was a man or a woman.

“This person should be someone both Cynthia and I know. It should be Clare, or Hulda, or one of the Miller

family.”

Alston got up after watching the surveillance video. His expression was cold.

Lloyd was stunned for a moment and thought it through. “If it was a stranger, he should ask for money with those photos, but the wire-puller didn’t ask for anything. He just wanted to use the photos to provoke the relationship between you and Mrs. Smith. I think you’re right.”

Alston snorted, and there was anger in his eyes. “It seems that they are too idle. Lloyd, start the plan. Suppress the Miller family and Clare!”

Hearing that, Lloyd stood up straight with a serious look and said, “Yes, Mr. Smith!”

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Stella dragged her big suitcase and stood in front of Clare’s villa with a nervous expression.

She had nowhere to go after she moved out of the Smith family. For her robbing her younger sister’s marriage

and climbing onto Bryan’s bed back then, the Brooks family hated her so much that they didn’t recognize her

as a family since then. Now she could only go to Clare’s place.

Stella took a deep breath, stepped forward and rang the doorbell. After a while, a servant answered the door.

The servant had worked for Clare for a long time, so she was familiar with Stella. Seeing the suitcase next to

her, she was surprised. “Mrs. Smith, you…”

Stella felt a little anger to be stared by her. She scolded, “Get my things in now.”

After saying that, she pushed aside the servant and entered the villa naturally as if she got home.

The servant was stunned for a moment. She didn’t dare to offend Stella, so she could only bring the big

suitcase in.

Sitting on the sofa, Stella took the water the servant handed her and asked, “Where’s Clare?”

The servant answered, “He’s sleeping upstairs and hasn’t woken up yet.”

Stella nodded. After thinking for a while, she put down the water and walked to the stairs.

The servant stopped her anxiously and said, “Mrs. Smith, you can’t disturb Mr. Clare when he sleeps. He will

be angry.”

Stella smiled and pushed her hand away. She said arrogantly, “I’m not someone else. He won’t be mad at me.”

When the servant was stunned, Stella avoided her and walked up to the second floor.

The expression on the servant’s face was complexities, as if she had spied some secret. There was an